Cookies!

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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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"American?" Not a word I'm familiar with, but then, Arthur is from RealEarth, and not the one I'm vaguely familiar with. "My mistake, then."

The cookies are done, and I slide them out, shifting them onto baking racks to cool. Perfect. Leaving the hot baking pan there, I put a second one into the oven, already loaded with dough. Probably two more of each, if I've estimated right. Three dozen cookies.

Belatedly, it occured that I might have made a few too many. Oops.

"Milk and two, please." I've had tea before, of course, but Jade's brand of choice smells something different than this. I grin wasily at the compliment, accepting my teacup and inhaling the fragrant steam. "Mmm. So does the tea." I take a cautious sip, trying to avoid burning my tounge.

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Dosing my cup with a splash of milk and one cube, I settle in happily at the kitchen table.

"Americans have no sense of proper tea. Their country is filled with espresso stands and fast food shops and instant everything. They have the audacity to confine tea to small filter bags, which are left to go quite stale before they are ready to be sold. The stuff's quite nasty, let me tell you."

Pausing, I realize I'm off on one of my more common rants.

"I'm sorry, it's a topic I shouldn't be allowed near. I've now managed to spend nearly five years traveling the galaxy in search of a proper cup of tea. You have no idea how rare it can be."

So, then. Enough of me and my boring little world woes. Tell me about your home, I'd love to hear of something pleasant from your lands while we enjoy our tea and cookies!

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I have to smile at his rant, recognizing the instinct of everyone that their homeland is the only place where people make sense and do things properly.

"My home." I pull out the next set of cookies and slide the first sheet back in, handing him several cookies on a small plate before they have the chance to cool. "You may have read of my world, I believe they are books in yours. But things are much different than protrayed in the books, now. The Valar are much more involved in mortal and immortals lives, although a few of them have little to do with us. The Halls of Mandos are much easier both to be sent to and to be released from: I mentioned that my friend Jade is the Maia of there, right? She handles most of the day to day things. Several generations of Elves and Men live all together, for instance Luthien is married to Eomer, who is now king of Gondor." Giggling at your look, I shrug. "It's all rather mad."

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"Wait, wasn't Aragorn King? And, um, Luthien, I know that name, she's from that really boring volume Tolkien wrote. I have a copy, er, had a copy, it made a delightful doorstop."

Oh, that was probably the wrong thing to say. These are her friends and family I'm dismissing here. Good work, Arthur.

"Jade is your boss, I remember. Um, this means you work in Mandos, too? I'll try to refrain from jokes about how most jobs are hellish, but I make no promise on how long I can stifle them. I guess the most surprising thing about all of this is to know that you live in crazy surroundings, but somehow, you've remained very sweet and normal. That's commendable."

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"I'm her assistant, in theory. In practice, I make cookies." A grin at that: there is a reason I'm so good at it.

"I honestly don't know how Aragorn stopped being King, I believe I was in the Shire during that time. All I know is that it changed." A dismissive wave of my hand: if I can't understand it, I hardly expect him to. "And I suppose it is somewhat strange, but I seldom have much to do with any of the real large changes. I am but a simple Elf, after all."

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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."

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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."

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"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?"

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"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."