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"...no, really. The 'fresher? Is not a good permanent door, Bar."

You can catch Wes at the Bar with cookies after he makes a quick detour to the bathroom.

(You know. That door off to the side--? Yeah. That one.)

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Drizzt looks down the bar at Wes. "Good afternoon sir."

Drizzt is just so happy to be back he is having a temporary lapse of sanity.

It's called Milliways.

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Wes snorts softly at the sir and flashes a friendly grin.

"'lo there. Want a cookie?"

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Drizzt picks up his glass of wine and moves down the bar.

"And what pray tell is a cookie?"

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Wes is horrified. Or sympathetic. Possibly both.

"A cookie," he says patiently, and holds one up. "It's chocolate chip. An' it's, it's-- you just have to try one, really. Pretty hard to explain."

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Drizzt reaches for one of the cookies and slowly raises it to his mouth. Taking a moment to sniff it he seems satified that it is not poisioned so he takes a bite.

"Why, This is delicious!!"

"How is it you came by such a concoction?"

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Wes grins and munches on one himself, swallowing a mouthful before he answers.

"'s an Earth food. These ones, anyway. Got 'em from Bar -- lots of different types, but these and Oreos are the best."

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Really good new food plus return to Milliways means one very happy Drow.

"Why this is exquisite."

Savoring the cookie Drizzt take a sip of his wine.

"Since you are sharing your cookie with me allow me to share something with you."

"Bar the second glass of Frostwine if you please for my friend here."

A frosted glass of white wine appears before Wes. The glass is cool to the touch as if just pulled out of the snow. or Wes's equivalent.