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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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[fm-elric.livejournal.com]

Ed turned to Al. "Now what? We can't stay like this forever." He only had hazy memories of being nineteen, but something told him that he wouldn't want to go through the mess of getting there again.

[fullsize-al.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. We were big. Maybe the cake and milk will make us big again!" Al hoped the food would come quickly. The cookies were even tempting him again. He stood up and looked around, but everyone in the room was so much taller. Stompint his foot in frustration, he called out. "Can't see any food, brother!"

[fm-elric.livejournal.com]

"I'm not drinking any stupid milk! It'll probably wear off anyway and then we'll be big again." Ed stood and looked around. "Dunno when the elf-thing will get here."