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Hey Peoples,

So, I was making some cookies, and I ran into a bit of a problem. Who knew that 4 dozen really meant 46? I kinda accidentally made a few dozen dozen cookies, and I need some help eating them. You all will help a sister out, right?

Love ya!

Roxy

PS. Ignore the burning smell. It will go away.

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(If one were to shift the cookies around, a person would notice a pile of black, charred hunks suitable only for use as hockey pucks under the first layer of edible cookies.)

((These are magical cookies with random, non-fatal results. Effects and duration are up to the muns involved.))

Date: 2006-09-07 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com
Rose glares, showing her teeth, stuffs the cookies into her pocket to give to people she doesn't like very much (like Daddy), and shows willing by stepping away from the table.

Date: 2006-09-07 04:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slothbefouler.livejournal.com
Jack was starting to realize that he was really not very good at telling children what to do - perhaps because, as a ship's captain, he was accustomed to being instantly obeyed. He sighed and gave up.

He did want some more of those biscuits, though - they were certainly a capital invention. So he said, "Yo, dude, I'm goin' to the fuckin' kitchen to see if those freakin' house-elves can make some more of those tasty-ass biscuits without any goddamned spells on them. You wanna come?"

What was especially odd was that though he knew what he intended to say, he could barely understand a word of what he actually did say. He felt as if he was speaking in tongues.

Date: 2006-09-07 04:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com
She considers.

'Alright, then. As long as some have chocolate in them. Did you like them before they made your speech odd?'

Date: 2006-09-07 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slothbefouler.livejournal.com
"Man, they were fuckin' tasty!" Jack said enthusiastically. In his day, chocolate was consumed as a beverage, not as a candy, and he had never encountered anything like these biscuits before.

Date: 2006-09-07 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com
'I will have to make you a chocolate pizza one day, then,' says the small girl happily. 'It has all different kinds of chocolate on a biscuit base.'

Date: 2006-09-07 05:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slothbefouler.livejournal.com
"Dude, that would rock." Jack wasn't entirely sure what a "pizza" was - the word was, of course, Italian for "pie," but Jack only knew (or thought he knew) French and Spanish. But if chocolate was involved, it would no doubt be worth trying. "C'mon, kid." He headed off for the kitchens.

Date: 2006-09-07 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rosecasson.livejournal.com
Rose shrugs, and follows the crazy dude man. Real pizza would have to wait.

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