Cookies!

[uruviel.livejournal.com]

It doesn't take very long to ask around, and soon I have everything I need to make a really large, extremely delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies. I've even been shown to a small kitchen, which makes me think that I'm not the first of the spaceport's guests to have a yen for something self cooked.

Did I say everything? I'm missing something. Where's Arthur? I attach a note to the door of the kitchen, explaining that it's still in use, I just had to run and get something, and go searching for my bathrobed friend.

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[dent-panic.livejournal.com]

I can't help but laugh. Simple is about the last word I'd use to describe you.

"Well, if you're not worried about the confusion back home, then I won't either. I wonder if there are any worlds left that ARE normal?"

"But more importantly, I'm wondering how many of these cookies I can eat before you are appalled at my gluttony." I give a hopeful look at the cooling rack heaped with cookies.

"I haven't had a home baked cookie in years now. These are wonderful! Of course, tomorrow when I'm in sugar shock, I'll regret it, but for now, I really don't care."

[uruviel.livejournal.com]

It's my turn to laugh, and I push the cooling racks towards you. "You can have as many as you like, but I did make a lot so you could take some with you."

[dent-panic.livejournal.com]

"Frankly, I'm surprised we haven't had trespassers peeking in the kitchen door from the smell of the cookies wafting about. That Duncan character is always looking for an excuse to make me jump, I keep expecting to turn around and..."

Carefully, I turn around, wincing as I look towards the kitchen door. Amazingly, no one is there!

"Hopefully the others guests have him occupied for the night. And no, I don't want to know what that might mean. I just want to eat cookies and drink my tea, and perhaps, hold a soft, warm hand for a little while, if I might?"

[uruviel.livejournal.com]

"Duncan's always be very kind to me, but I suppose I can see how he'd be a bit off-putting." I slip my hand into yours and nibble a cookie with the other. "I'm glad you like the cookies, Arthur."