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[goldenfirefly]

[Stella had walked through the village and realized that there were a lot more children than there originally were, and that most of them would probably be scared of such a new world without their parents - or whoever's looking after them. So, she set to work to give them one good thing about this world that most children are fond of: cookies

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[tinytechturtle]

[These books TALK. And have moving pictures in them. This is even better than the books at home.]

I like cookies...

((Mostly talking to himself. He doesn't realize those are PEOPLE in the books.))

[goldenfirebird]

[Aha, a customer! ... A rather odd looking customer, but eh, there are talking otters in his world, so this doesn't really strike him as unusual.]

Which kind is your favorite?

[tinytechturtle]

[Glances around. This is a little weird.]

I like the black and white ones...

[goldenfirebird]

Black and white? [Hmm, like chocolate with cream? Stella pauses for a second to look at his selection before he comes back to the book.] I think I have a few of those with your name on it!

[tinytechturtle]

[Donnie drops the journal and backs away.]

What kind of book are you?

[goldenfirebird]

... Oh! Oh, I apologize... [He can't help but chuckle at that.] This is more of a... communication device disguised as a book. You know, like... [There isn't really anything in his world that can compare, so he'll just trail off from there.]

[tinytechturtle]

[He pulls a handy blanket over his head. He'd been warned about hidden things, things in disguise. He's a lousy ninja.]

[goldenfirebird]

[... Oh dear.]

Don't worry, it won't hurt you! It simply allows you to talk to other people, like you are with me. I'm probably pretty far away from you right now, yet here we are!

[tinytechturtle]

[Muffled:] I'm not s'posed to talk to people...

[goldenfirebird]

[ffff his maternal paternal instincts are totally ringing, and if he could rest a hand on the tot's head, he would. But alas, he can't. So, he sits and uses his best gentle voice.]

Then you don't have to talk to me. I assure you, I won't hurt you... If you'd like, I can drop some cookies off wherever you are. We won't even have to speak to each other. How does that sound?

[tinytechturtle]

[He pulls the blanket tighter around himself. Telling anybody where he is is definitely a thing he Should Not Do. Even if it means he won't get any cookies.]

[goldenfirebird]

[There's silence on the other end, so Stella thinks about this some more.]

All right... how about the fountain? Do you know where that is?

[tinytechturtle]

[Fountain?]

I don't know...

[goldenfirebird]

It's your decision. Don't worry, I won't mind if you refuse. But if you give me a place around here, any place at all where you feel it's best, I'll drop off some cookies for you. I'll even save a few just for you.

[In fact, Stella will be grabbing a little bag to store a few of the cookies in, and though he doesn't know his name, he writes "T" on there, to remind him.]

[tinytechturtle]

[Considers this for a while.]

Will you... will you give them to April?

[goldenfirebird]

April? Is she your friend? In that case, I'd be happy to.