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Kestrel is in a booth.

It's hard to say if she's been there all night, or if she went up to her room at some point, and has merely already come downstairs.

At some point, she'll go looking for coffee.

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Aubrey studies Nick. "You are sex on a stick. If a skinny stick. You can join us. In fact, you should."

"Stop sticking the poor man," PeeJee says. "Hey, did they ever catch T-Bob's stalker? I can't remember." She knows Mike was hitting on T-Bob accidentally at Halloween...

"I'd rather he'd stick me. And I'm not sure, but he isn't dead yet. Which is good, because it's hard to find cute tiny bisexual guys as willing to go after rabid animals as he is."

"... I have no idea what you're talking about, but I'm telling Jason you said it." Yeah. That'll work.

"You'd have to get him away from the computer first."

"The computer?"

"He bought a new game." That explains it all.

"Ahh. Yes, Davan said something about lasting trauma."

"I'd be proud of him if I didn't have to hurt him."

"Multitask?" PeeJee offers, slightly baffled. I mean, really.

Nick...is boggled.

"I...hope you like the cookies."

"Everyone loves cookies. You are very nice, stranger-man. You could lure small children into your car with your cookies." She nods. "They're that good."

Nick...smiles. He'll take that like he thinks they meant it...as a compliment.

"Thank you...not that I'd need to lure children anywhere. I'm a cop, thank you."

"Ahh. I'll have to practice my innocent face, then. I'm a trouble maker. Do you want to sit down, cop, or do you have more cookies to deliver?" She's composing a comment comparing him to a very late Easter Bunny, but it's not quite ready yet.

Nick shrugs and sits.

"I have more...but I need a bit of a rest and here is as good a spot as any."

Besides, he can feel the panic from Kestrel like a beacon.

"So what's with the cookie-delivery? Lose a bet, or hit your head?"

"You sure, Nick? You don't need help passing them around, or anything?"

Panic?

Nah... just, you know, what would your reaction be to see these two after all the angst of the last few days?

Someone really needs to fix that dial on the wall.

Nick shrugs.

"Well, it's my saint's day. I decided to...celebrate it since I know that many of us have had...something of a rough time of it recently. I...had to sacrifice my coat for the bags, and some money for the ingredients, but it was worth it to get a smile or two."

He grins at her before looking at Kestrel.

"Would you care to take some around for me? I'd...appreciate it greatly if you would. I'm sure there are many who would enjoy your pretty face instead of my ugly mug."

"Ahh... sure, I can take a few around..."

She grins back at him.

"How many do you have, anyway?"

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