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This was probably the first time that Declan was ever really the center of attention in her life and she was handling it surprisingly well. If you told her a couple years ago that she would like people paying attention to her, she'd have looked at you like you had multiple heads. But now, she was hosting a party for herself. In between chatting with friends, she saw Ethan arrive and waved at the boy. Her attention was drawn back to Linsey when she complimented Deccy and the flower crown. When the older blonde handed her a gift box and explained what else she'd included, Declan blushed a little and said, "Aw, you didn't have to do all that for me. But thank you." She smiled happily and set the box down on one of the other tables so that she wouldn't forget it. When her baking was complimented, Declan smiled again, but she was floored by what Linsey said next. She wanted Declan to take over the Culinary Club? Well... it made sense, Linsey was graduating at the end of this year and someone needed to take over the club. Deccy did love cooking and baking... so she guessed it made sense. "Oh, I'd love to! I can definitely carry on the leadership! Thank you Linsey," Deccy said excitedly, then threw her arms around Linsey again. She wouldn't let Linsey down. Oh, there were so many ideas already bouncing around in the younger Ravenclaw's head. Gosh, she'd have to write these down or she'd forget.

Csuri had been debating on joining the other Slytherins at the Great Hall for dinner, but honestly, now that Bri had graduated and Hes seemed to always sit with Kasamir, it'd be less headache to do something else. Honestly, most of the time it was just exhausting. It didn't help that pretty much no one else liked her, meaning most of her meals were spent sitting alone at the far end of the Slytherin table. With a sigh, the girl decided she'd just cook herself something. She'd done it before and no one seemed to care.

Pulling her coat around herself, the teen trekked up from the dungeons and halfway across the school to the student kitchens. Once there, grey eyes looked the room over, making sure it wasn't in use. Thankfully, it seemed most people were in the Great Hall... or just elsewhere. She huffed a sigh as she searched through the cabinets. If she was going to make a habit of this, she'd need to visit the grocery more often. She could probably budget that out of her normal Hogsmeade funds. Not like she ever went on dates or anything fun.

With a practiced precision, Csuri started prepping ingredients needed for one of her favorite cozy dinners. It was a play on butter chicken curry with a bit of added spice and flavor that she quite liked. Honestly, vacations with Baba had greatly expanded her culinary skills. Within a few moments of chopping, she had the chicken cooking in a skillet as she prepared the yogurt based sauce. She even prepared a bigger batch, figuring she could save some for lunch tomorrow if her mood was persistent.

Csuri was working on washing some rice, preparing to put it in the small rice cooker in the kitchen. Whomever modified the muggle gadgets to work was a legend, she didn't even care. Just as she was returning to check on her chicken, the door opened to show... one of the giggly girls in the grade under her. Yay. Csuri drew in a deep breath to prevent her normal emotions from escaping as she put back on her emotionless mask. "Hello," was the reply she gave, her terse response evident in her tone. Csuri really didn't know much about Alice, aside from the stuff everyone knew. But the real question was would the new captain of Culinary Club pester her relentlessly about cooking?

....yep. She quickly noted that she didn't know Csuri could cook, earning a roll of the older teen's silvery eyes. "No one does." Well, none of the students did, anyway. She'd been debating about inviting Hes to have dinner with her, but their schedules just didn't seem to align lately. With a sigh, the curly haired Slytherin went back to her cooking, dicing peppers up to add to the fry up. As soon as she did, the smell of the heat curled up on the steam escaping her skillet.

About that time, Alice asked what she was cooking, and Csuri contemplated pretending she'd gone mute.... but then, knowing Alice, she'd quickly flip to sign language or some nonsense. The positive people seemed to always find ways to talk, even if their audience had no intention of listening. "Curry. Specifically a butter curry, but my own recipe." There, now no one could say she didn't at least try to seem human. Even this far after the sorting feast, stupid kids were coming up and requesting her answer maths problems. Sure, Alice usually wasn't a t**t, but maybe she found it funny too....

Csuri tried her best to tune out the chatty Ravenclaw as the other girl worked on gathering her own ingredients. Grey eyes watched her own food, making sure to get everything just the way she wanted it..... until Alice spoke up again. Apparently she'd never had curry, and yet, she wanted Csuri's recipe. The Slytherin sighed heavily, but figured she could at least pretend to be kind of nice. "How spicy do you like your food?" She was guessing probably not much, but hey, people could be surprising.

After getting an answer, Csuri grabbed a second bowl, splitting the curry sauce in half among them both. Into one went a vast majority of the peppers, where the other only got enough to add a bit of heat without too much. As she was working, Alice explained her own project, mentioning Sunshine Boy's counseling group. "Makes sense," the taller girl said, noting that snacks could make a good reason to get people to chat. It worked for Brianna with her, anyway. Otherwise she'd never have gone to that game and learned she was pretty good at Seeking. Grey eyes looked over at Alice when she happily said that she'd share the cookies after they were done.

Csuri huffed upward to try and blow one of her curls out of the way, since it'd escaped the scrunchie holding back the rest. She reached up into one of the top cabinet, grabbing out a tin of her chai tea blend. After all, it worked best for the meal... in her opinion. She was setting the kettle on when she was asked to help Alice break up a thick bar of baking chocolate. She even offered to help mind the food, but Csuri never let up control in the kitchen... and she probably never would. Grabbing the chocolate, she added a small note to the younger blonde. "I'm going to show you how to do this so you never need to ask help on it again, good?"

She found the indented "breaks" in the bar, then angled the flat bottom against the corner of the counter. With a small push, there was an audible snap where the thick bar of chocolate had broken. The taller girl did that motion a few more times, then handed it back once all the pieces were separated. Following that, she grabbed a rolling pin from the drawer beside her. Using her tall body to push down into it, she made quick work at breaking the chocolate into chunks. "Easy as that. Otherwise you can just drop it against the ground a few times." She shrugged, then moved back over to her own cooking. She worked quickly, and yet precisely, to make sure everything was still going smooth.

When informed that Alice had a very Irish palette, the taller girl simply nodded. She was painfully British, and yet, spice seemed to come natural to her. After splitting up the sauces, she vaguely wondered if even that much would be too spicy for the Ravenclaw. Oh well. Too late now. She stepped away long enough to help with the heavy brick of chocolate, and was glad to see that Alice seemed happy to learn the information. "Sure. It's just one of those things you pick up." She shrugged, letting out a sigh as she checked on the sauces.

Grey eyes looked over when Alice asked about how often she cooked... before falling into a sinkhole of her gender... problems. Csuri wasn't really sure how to respond on that subject. It wasn't like everyone didn't know about the whole deal, it hadn't exactly been subtle..... but it wasn't something Csuri figured was her business. Instead the blonde just humpfed at the thought. Maybe she could change back to the topic before. "I cook pretty often. Usually just for myself." Well. During the school year it was exclusively for herself, but she did technically cook for her Baba on holidays. Did that count?