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[dreadinquisitor]

He's gotten better with his communicator - a part of him even likes it! He'll probably get back to you, if you leave him a message.

Conversely, do it the old fashioned way. He'll definitely get back to you.

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[dreadinquisitor]

To delicious victory!

[He gestures for Archie to lead the way, then falls in beside him.]

Though, that said, I suppose I now have to ask that importance question that could forever alter the course of our friendship: Raisin cookies, yay or nay?

[h2no]

I'll eat anything, bro. I'll have fucking celery in cookies. Try me.

[dreadinquisitor]

[His mouth drops. His eyes widen. Perfectly scandalized "O's."]

And to think I called Poe a heathen. [Said in a breathless stage whisper, though one corner of his lips twitches, battling a smile.] Sweets and vegetables together? What next, cats and dogs?

[h2no]

Try sharks and dogs. It's never ending in this world.

[he nods across the road, indicating they should cross.]

Why, does Poe like raisins?

[dreadinquisitor]

[A blink as Maxwell tries to picture a shark, laying it against the creatures Archie has already told him about.]

I'll take your word for it. [Then he shakes his head, following Archie across the dark street.] No, Poe just considers hot water tea, but even he doesn't go so far as to put carrots in his cake.

[h2no]

Hey, don't knock carrot cake until you try it. You want a real monstrosity? Try fruit cake.

[he shudders.]

[dreadinquisitor]

I think someone brought that to Poe's party. [A thoughtful tip of his head, brow furrowing just slightly as he tries to recall.] Looks a bit like a dirty stained glass window?

[h2no]

Ugh. They should've been thrown out immediately. Horrible.

[dreadinquisitor]

[A laugh and a shrug.]

I don't know. Somebody else brought a strange, wiggly meat thing... at least the fruit cake was slightly more appealing to look at.

[h2no]

[he presses a hand to his face.]

Max, you're a great friend and I love you, but if you keep describing the food at Poe's party I'm gonna punch you.

[dreadinquisitor]

[He grins, a mischievous flash in his eyes, but he relents.]

The alcohol was good, if that helps. And there was plenty of it.

[h2no]

Ugh. I should've gone.

[but didn't for personal reasons.

anyway-- he stops and gestures at the cookie place; obvious since it's the only store with the lights on. there's a couple people in there already.]

Here we are. All night... cookies. Creative name. Can't fault it?

[dreadinquisitor]

Something to be said for letting everyone know exactly what they're getting.

[He moves up to the store front and pulls on the door handle, waving Archie through ahead of him.]

I wish more things were so helpful.

[h2no]

[i wish i could fucking sleep, is what archie almost says. instead, he comes out with:] Ain't no business with no pun. Though... I guess this is business? Cookies? Ah, whatever.

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell gestures him through again, then follows, door swinging closed behind them. Once inside, he breathes deeply.]

Whatever the name, that is an amazing smell.

[h2no]

Part of me is saying that we shouldn't be having sugar when we already can't sleep, but the other part of me doesn't care.

[he slaps max's back.]

Let's do this!

[dreadinquisitor]

It's not as if not having it has helped.

[Flawless logic, no? He grins.]

To delicious glory.




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