Amy checked her latest batch of cookies and grinned. Cool enough to be frosted, yay. She glanced over at Jalen, who was sulking at the kitchen table as he frosted the remaining cookies from the previous batch. A smirk danced across her lips for a second before she noticed Ari trying to be invisible.
"Hey, Ari, want a cookie? These ones aren't frosted yet but they should be pretty good." She held up a cookie-tree and waved it slightly.
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Date: 2008-12-27 05:07 am (UTC)"Hey, Ari, want a cookie? These ones aren't frosted yet but they should be pretty good." She held up a cookie-tree and waved it slightly.
"Promise it's not poisoned."