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Max doesn't sneak in through the front door. Largely because sneaking in while carrying a package a little better than half your own height is rather futile. Instead she strolls in, the picture of normalcy. Well. Sort of.

She does make a stop to drop her packages off in her room before curling up in a booth with hot chocolate and cookies. Enough of the latter to share.

Come bother the X5, or snag a cookie. Or both.