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]

"No, sir I am sorry, I can't help you. As I have stated at least seven times now, I am not for rent! Please, go away! Yes, I -know- I'm wearing a bathrobe, but again, may I stress it is not for ease of access! Please, I'm getting a headache. Go away."

With a sigh, I turn, seeking escape from this utterly rude person who seems to find me compelling. That tells me right there he's quite off his rocker.

"Uruviel! Thank goodnes, I'm so glad to see you. Were you looking for me? I hope so, please say you were."