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Dec. 24th, 2012 12:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cute_bruiserAt some point, it occurred to Molly that at least one person she knows at Milliways probably isn't going to get any Christmas presents this year -- unless other patrons give them to him, anyway, and he's new, and didn't strike her as the kind to make friends all that fast.
Which totally sucks - after all, even she knows she's getting presents, even if she's also aware that most of them had to be stolen from dime stores and department shops or whatever, anywhere the staff weren't paying too much attention and they could get away quickly.
So, having found the bar today, she has spent... a long and very, very messy time in the kitchens.
Like, hours, only most of which were spent eating cake mix rather than actually baking.
As a result of which, Bar gets a very triumphant thirteen-year-old girl presenting her with a gift-wrapped cardboard box of nine quintuple-chocolate-and-raspberry muffins, each of which is topped with a large and spectacularly glittery letter (pink glitter, naturally) to spell out the words HAPPY XMAS. They're actually pretty good, but mainly because the rats helped whenever she got distracted, which was frequently.
"Can you give those to Bruce Banner for Christmas, please, Bar? You can say they're from me if he asks, but he'll probably guess."
No idea why...
Anyway, between those and the cakes she's made for the other runaways, there are still three giant and somewhat dubious-quality muffins left over. So there is a chocolate-smeared teenager sitting at the bar, Security badge neatly pinned to her hat, very smugly eating cake.
She may be convinced to share. At a push.
Which totally sucks - after all, even she knows she's getting presents, even if she's also aware that most of them had to be stolen from dime stores and department shops or whatever, anywhere the staff weren't paying too much attention and they could get away quickly.
So, having found the bar today, she has spent... a long and very, very messy time in the kitchens.
Like, hours, only most of which were spent eating cake mix rather than actually baking.
As a result of which, Bar gets a very triumphant thirteen-year-old girl presenting her with a gift-wrapped cardboard box of nine quintuple-chocolate-and-raspberry muffins, each of which is topped with a large and spectacularly glittery letter (pink glitter, naturally) to spell out the words HAPPY XMAS. They're actually pretty good, but mainly because the rats helped whenever she got distracted, which was frequently.
"Can you give those to Bruce Banner for Christmas, please, Bar? You can say they're from me if he asks, but he'll probably guess."
No idea why...
Anyway, between those and the cakes she's made for the other runaways, there are still three giant and somewhat dubious-quality muffins left over. So there is a chocolate-smeared teenager sitting at the bar, Security badge neatly pinned to her hat, very smugly eating cake.
She may be convinced to share. At a push.
