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Never in a million years had Penny ever thought that she would end up being Sheldon's roommate. Maybe it was the pancake fumes, or maybe it was the idea of having a yard to tan in and a cute little house to come home to every night, but she'd yes.

She now had the bedroom with the shelves and the chair and her books set up like she'd always wanted. He'd even helped her move- complete with diagrams and organizational sheets. The guys had been in a bit of shock to say the least, but the landlord was more than happy to let her out of her apartment lease early, seeing as she was finally all paid up in back rent.

And so, not even two weeks after first stepping foot on Sheldon's front lawn, Penny found herself with a laundry room she only had to share with one other person.

She'd also rediscovered her love of baking. Living by herself, she almost never baked, eating a whole batch of cookies by yourself lost its appeal after a while. Here though, she had discovered by accident, if you baked something and left it on the counter to cool, it disappeared. So with delight, she pulled out her old cookbook, and took over the kitchen.

So far, Sheldon had consumed peanut butter cookies, lemon meringue pie, butter tarts and cinnamon buns. Penny sometimes wondered if Sheldon even realized he was eating, but then he'd make a comment about how nice it was to be able to have butter in the baking without feeling guilty and she'd laugh. It was true, while she was dating Leonard, she'd wondered if she'd ever be able to make her special homemade pudding again.

So she was making it tonight. She'd bought a nice tablecloth for their table and had it set, there was spaghetti with little hot dogs cut up in it simmering on the stove, and garlic bread in the oven. Sheldon was making a salad, insuring that each piece of lettuce had been washed to his specifications and the cucumbers and peppers where cut precisely right.

There was a bottle of wine open on the counter, but she'd only sipped at it, she'd practically given up drinking now that she had someone at home to talk to, or at least hear around the house. She didn't feel lonely every night now so her partying had been cut back too. Best of all, since she now paid half the wi-fi bill, she never needed to learn the new password, she got to choose it!

She pulled the spaghetti off the stove and brought it to the table, sitting down happily.

~S~

He had to admit it was going well. Penny was surprisingly good at giving him his space, and he was quite pleased with the influx of home made cookies and desserts that had accompanied her arrival. He was even almost getting used to the site of Penny curled up in his couch, watching a movie with his binary code blanket pulled over her.

His bathroom schedule remained uninterrupted, thanks to there being two bathrooms, and they had so far managed to do laundry without fighting over the machine.

The nights when Penny worked late, he was often treated to left over cheesecake, and he thought it possible he may have gained a pound which would please his mother. The ability to walk to work would keep him from gaining too many he knew, and having to mow his lawn any time it grew more than two inches tall.

They took turns dialling the phone for delivery, and shared cooking duties on the weekend along with household chores. Altogether it could be much worse.

Tonight she was making pudding for dessert.

He'd turned down a guys trip to the solar conservatory to stay home and enjoy it.