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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:14 pm
Tibarn blinked, just staring at the rapid exchange on Blossom's part. She was so captivatingly peculiar that he was left to ignore the nearby man with the oven altogether, scratching behind his right ear as he watched the young girl nom on a day-old oatmeal cookie. His own empty stomach rumbled; he had been in such a hurry he had skipped breakfast. "... Right, hey. Uh, hi there." He was completely thrown off balance by Blossom, and just shook his head as he started rummaging through the pantry for something to eat. Maybe some French toast.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:17 pm
Blossom looked back over at Tibarn curiously, chewing on the cookie like she might have had the eating habits of a gerbil. She got about halfway through the cookie, then broke it in half and tossed one up, catching it in her mouth. "Whatcha lookin' to make?" she asked him curiously after swallowing. She then put the other quarter of her cookie into her mouth and went back to chewing, using the edge of her black sleeve to wipe any crumbs off of her mouth.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:18 pm
Ashnard came busting into the house from the smell of cookies. "ASHNARD DO WANT COOKIES!!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:21 pm
Tibarn's stomach growled loudly again, and he sighed, then grabbed a loaf of bread and stopped for some eggs and butter from the fridge. "French toast. And then I'm looking to kick some asses because I skipped exercising this morning." He set everything out and cracked four eggs into a pie pan, then beat them with a whisk until they were a smooth yellowy mix, to which he added milk, salt, and sugar.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:23 pm
Saturnos scratched his head slightly, wondering if it was worth the trouble to offer the growing group another cookie, "Rrright... you'll all need to share..." He pulled out two more day old cookies, "Everyone gets only ONE."
The animals were so much easier to feed, because they were smaller and needed only a fraction of a cookie. These people were going to exhaust his entire supply!
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:25 pm
"Oooh! French toast, that's always tasty!" Blossom said. She paused as he spoke of 'kicking some asses.' "Wait, why do you need to do that? Just do it now, I don't think you--"
The sound of someone bursting into the room made Blossom jump. "Eep!" Blossom whirled around, pointing dramatically at the newcomer before letting her arm drop at her side. "Oh, it's just a... large man with muttonchops?" she studied Ashnard curiously. "Why don't you ask politely, Mister Ashnard?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:27 pm
"I believe it's better to force forgiveness than to ask for permission," he stated. "Now, cookies. Or Rajaion will feast on your flesh!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:28 pm
Tibarn waved dismissively at the cookie and said to no one in particular, "Not fond of oatmeal, you can have mine." He was busily coating the inside of a frying pan with a light coating of butter, and once he set it on the stove and turned on the burner, he turned back to the bread. He cut two slices in half diagonally, then put two half-slices into the egg mixture to let them soak it up a little, then he flipped them over, waited a few more seconds, and moved both of them to the pan. He pressed the spatula down on one; it didn't take long before it was beginning to turn golden brown.
The smell was intoxicating and pervaded throughout the house.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:30 pm
Blossom frowned. "But that's mean! If you stomp on people like that all your life, sooner or later they'll all rise up against you, and you're not going to be able to overcome a large crowd of impassioned people! And don't you DARE threaten to have me eaten by some big overgrown lizard, you... you... muttonchop!"
She tried not to get distracted by the smell of French toast as she lectured Ashnard. Dang, those smelled good, but she had to focus! Must teach Muttonchop a lesson!
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:31 pm
"Mm... fetch...!" Saturnos threw the cookie outside, like a frisbee. These amazing cookies could fly for a long time, covering up to 300 feet. The cookie sailed slowly and gracefully.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:31 pm
"... Only weapons blessed by the goddess can harm me!" he said as he ate Tibarn's cookie. "What are you cookiing?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:31 pm
"Well, Melethia, I'll give you the same offer I gave Vika and Synra. You can stay here if you want, and I'll try my hardest to keep Madriana away from you. You can fight alongside us if you wish, but I will not force you."
A stern look crossed his face as he heard the mention of Soren. "Do you want to tell me about you and Soren? Or would you rather leave it unknown, for your own reasons?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:33 pm
"Well, then all I have to do is find this goddess and have her bless Lysander for me, duh!" Blossom said. As she saw the cookie fly through the air, Blossom's eyes widened. That was a cool throw, but it was too high for her to reach... darn.
"Can you hand me another cookie, Mister... uh..." Blossom paused. She couldn't remember who the man making the cookies was. "What's your name again?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:34 pm
"Isn't it proper for you to introduce yourself before requesting my name?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:35 pm
Valter spotted something flying through the air. "Is that... a cookie?" He asked himself. "Oh well. Here we go!" Valter hopped on his wyvern, flew up, and sliced the cookie in half mid-flight. "Yes! I still got it!" He yelled.
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