Tugging and adjusting the collar on her blouse, Beezus took light steps into the Kitchens. Finding a seat to settle on as she eyed the elves do their work. Why was she here? That qas an easy question. She was on a mission, a pathetic one to be exact. Apparently, baking had suddenly piqued her interest - not that she was uninterested to start with - and where better to learn it all than here? The brunette had so unfortunately mentioned this to her friend, Elliot and the blonde, ever so bouncy about the idea had suggested that they do this task together. Which was to bake something presentable, and possibly edible. Bah. She could only think about the mess they'd make at the process.

Although she wasn't too bad when it came to cooking, she also wasn't the exact type that was good at baking. Baking and cooking were two far off galaxies. Heck yea.

"She should be here in..." The Ravenclaw turned her wrist and looked at the time in her watch. "...about two minutes." That was, if her friend was prompt enough not to have let their little meet up slip her mind.