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[pellameno]

[there's a hermaphrodite sitting at the picnic table outside boy's 15, decorating sugar cookies of all different shapes.

you can have one if you like.]

Comments

[princesoccermom]

[passing by, smells food]

Are these... can I have one?

[pellameno]

[looks frustrated with the melted chocolate, switches to mixing icing sugar]

Hmm? Of course. The ones on the end should be dry.

[princesoccermom]

Ah, thank you!

[sits to eat and notices the frustrated look]

Can I help with anything?

[pellameno]

Hmm? No, I'm fine.

Are you new?

[princesoccermom]

If you're sure~

I guess I'm pretty new, a couple weeks now I think. I'm Yamada Tarou. I guess you've been here a while?

[pellameno]

Two years, as of a few days ago. I only realized today.

[princesoccermom]

Wow... That's not the occasion for cookies is it?

[eyes them]

Can I have another? They're really good~

[pellameno]

It sort of is. It's combined.

[nudges another one over]

[princesoccermom]

Combined with what?

[takes a bite of his cookie happily]

Should I tell you congratulations?

[pellameno]

Well I don't know how to keep track of my birthdays, here. So I just do it by anniversary.

I don't think it's the sort of thing you congratulate people on.

[princesoccermom]

No, I wouldn't think so... but I thought it might be for you since you made cookies.

You don't know how to keep track? How old are you, then?

[pellameno]

Back home, my birthday was at the harvest. I was due for one when I got here... so I should be about 20 now.

[princesoccermom]

Ah, wow... I hope I'm not here until I'm 20.

I don't think I got your name...?

[pellameno]

Pell.

[princesoccermom]

Good to meet you~

Do you think... could I have another cookie? [hopeful]

[pellameno]

[you're adorable]

I could give you a bag to take back with you, wherever you were going.