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[rdmcatpaw]

Uh, does anyone on board know what to do with cookies? I kind of went overboard and I don't want to see them go to waste. I think they're still good. I mean, they should be.

Could someone help me out, please?

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[blastmeforafool.livejournal.com]

Cookies? [Silver chuckles] Mark me words, you just but those out n' they'll be pleanty a' people t'finish 'em up.

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know how well ginger cookies will be recieved actually.

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[blastmeforafool.livejournal.com]

Ginger, aye? Well, as long as it's got th' word "cookie" in 'em, I'm sure it'll be just fine, lass.

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

I guess so.

Ah, did you want any, sir?

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[blastmeforafool.livejournal.com]

Can't say tha' I'd mind a couple.

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Ah, where can I bring them to you?

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

I think yer supposed ta' eat 'em.

[He's only half serious.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

I've had enough of them to last me a while, actually.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

What's in 'em?

[Hopefully the same type Roll had that time.]

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Ginger.

[standardpackage.livejournal.com]

What's a ginger?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Its a root, sometimes ground up or cut up.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

I'll be willing to help if you need it.

What kind do you have?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

They're ginger flavored.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Cookies?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Yes, the ginger kind and they're shaped like a mage.

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Ginger?

[She's not sure what that is, but the faeries been slightly addicted to cookies since Andrew gave her some.]

Um... may I have some? I-if you don't mind.

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Its a root, used to give a little oomph in cooking.

Sure, I have plenty. Where can I find you?

[faeriexprincess.livejournal.com]

Oh! I... I'm in my room, 2411, Deck... 11, I think...

Would... would it be easier for me to come to you?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

I can make my way to your room. Its no issue, really.

[suited-spectre.livejournal.com]

[Said very, very seriously:] Where can I find you, madam?

[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

Deck 12, room 1251, sir.

[Assuming he wants the cookies.]

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[suited-spectre.livejournal.com]

[Five minutes later... Knock knock, Cat.]

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[rdmcatpaw.livejournal.com]

[Upon hearing the knock at the door, the Mithra moved to the door and opened it to see Tseng. She blinked a few times in surprise. Why was he injured?]

Ah... do you need a strong Cure spell?

[She backed up a little so the Turk could step inside.]

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[suited-spectre.livejournal.com]

[Ah yes, despite having cleaned up and found a clean shirt in the piles of miscellaneous items on deck 12, Tseng's nose is still in plaster.

And his voice probably sounds a little funny, too. But he's all smiles, Cat.]

I think those cookies you mentioned would be very much curative.

[He gives her a nod, in greeting.] My name is Tseng, madam. I don't believe we've met.