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[roxyspaulding.livejournal.com]

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.



(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.))

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'Quaxo,' says Rumpleteazer clearly, in cut-glass tones. 'This is a private matter. And I shall tell you in a while. But until then...excuse me, you fainted?' she asks, agape, and then pokes at her tongue.

'My speech has become queer!' she cries.

[pollicle-zapper.livejournal.com]

Quaxo pouted. Rumpleteazer was exceedingly less fun when she was talking like this.

"I did," said Mistoffelees calmly. "Did you honestly believe I'd leave Quaxo alone unless there was a reason for it? Obviously you think very little of me."

Quaxo sighed very deeply. He really hated it when grown-ups were talking over his head like this. He lay down on the floor and started playing with a dust-bunny, eying an orange kitten (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/890978.html?thread=43622754#t43622754) making its way towards them.