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[ofgreatinterest]

While not one usually to succumb to such things, Dominic has taken one of the couches by the fire, back against one of the arms, legs stretched out on the seat. There's a folder on his lap, and he's going through the contents in a somewhat detached manner. He's slightly more involved in the fact that the jukebox (apparently dormant - or at least in

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[untiedtheknots]

Artemis starts going through one of the mini piles.

Canadian penny, paper clip, fortune--

"'Help, I am trapped in a Chinese bakery,'" she reads.

[averyhasagun]

"I think someone was a little eager to get out of their cookie," Paul says, amused.

"I mean, I'd rather think that way than consider the implications if it's supposed to be a fortune for me."

[untiedtheknots]

"Chained to a typewriter with itty bitty pieces of paper?" she wonders.

"...at least there would be cookies?"

[averyhasagun]

"Ah, but everything in moderation," he responds, with the best impression of being sagely that he can muster.

"Too many cookies might get a bit tiring. Or is the phrase 'too many cookies' a blasphemy in itself?"

[untiedtheknots]

"Nah, I think burnout is a potential side effect of any delicious snack food.

But if it's a bakery, there'd be more than cookies. You'd probably have enough variety to keep it interesting."

[averyhasagun]

"True. You think there might be a Chinese restaurant attached to it? I do like the occasional crabrangoon."

[untiedtheknots]

"Probably.

You could tunnel through the wall with chopsticks."

[averyhasagun]

"I don't think my motor coordination is up to that."

[untiedtheknots]

"Damn.

...could bake you a cake with a file in it?"

It works in prison movies, right?