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It had seemed quiet important to find her, when he'd wandered out of the kitchen, scraps of incomprehensible notes overflowing from his pockets and a plate of fresh cinnamon rolls balanced in his hands.

It wasn't until he'd wandered the basement levels of the building that he realized he hadn't the faintest clue where she slept, only the vaguest notion that she had a room in the compound. It had been days since he'd seen her, and she'd seemed quite off since her little mishap during the elections. Usually oblivious to those sorts of matters, he realized she must have been in a bad way.

Thus, the baked goods. Food had always been the way to his heart, the way to cheer him up when he was feeling down, and he had a feeling the young scientist wasn't much different.

Wandering the curtained hallways of the ground floor, he began calling out for her. He would've called for her sooner, but he'd only just remembered her name.

"Ms. Burkle?" he asked, shaking the curtain of an occupied room, then moving along with an apology when an unfamiliar voice answered.

Oh dear, he was never going to find her at this rate.

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Turning on his heel toward the voice, he found her head peeking out from behind a curtain and heaved out a sigh of relief to have found her.

"Oh! Ms. Burkle," he said, shuffling down the hall toward her. "Here, I brought you these. Freshly baked. They're quite good." He offered her the plate, off which he'd already eaten two. There was icing at the corner of his mouth.

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There are a lot of things that Fred expects to be called out of her room for-- one of the most obvious being someone calling her out of her room just 'cause she's been in there a while. That seems like it's happening more and more lately, even if she hasn't been strictly confining herself to her room as much as she had directly after her council speech.

However, being called out of her room because someone's baked her a plate of really delicious-looking pastries wasn't something that she really thought would happen.

She looks down at the plate, then up at Dr. Bishop, and can't help but smile.

"And I'm guessin' you already checked to make sure they're especially delicious?" she asks him.

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"I couldn't help myself," he admitted with a happy shrug, holding the plate out toward her. "I recommend trying one while they're still warm."

They really were quite delicious. Perhaps not as wonderful as the infamous Bishop blueberry pancakes, as far as breakfast foods went, but a close second.

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"To tell you the truth, I probably would have done the same thing," Fred replies before she reaches out, grabs one and takes a big bite.

It's gooey, sugary and pretty much prefect in all of its endorphiny goodness.

"You're right, these are delicious. Thank you so much," she says, mouth half full.

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"Oh, think nothing of it. I didn't sleep a wink and I've learned that baking is a safer alternative to tinkering in the lab in the dead of night," he admitted, sucking a bit of icing from the pad of his thumb.

"How are you, Ms. Burkle? I feel as though I haven't seen you in the lab, for quite some time, though it could be that I've simply forgotten."