Three

[properwhitemage]

It... looks as though things have returned to normal.

Is everyone all right? Palom, how are you?

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[prodigious_mage]

. . . I'm OK now. I saw the presents, though. Did someone in your house warn you first?

[properwhitemage]

I didn't see them, but I heard--oh, Palom, I'm sorry.

[prodigious_mage]

I-I'm fine! It'll take more than that to scare me! We helped save the world, remember? . . .

. . . I'm glad you didn't, though.

[properwhitemage]

Yeah...

[Of course, there's a difference between a giant multi-limbed zombie assassin and the head of a smiling woman with stylish hair and lipstick staring up at you in a pretty box.]

My "mom" taught me how to make cookies today. Want to try them?

[prodigious_mage]

Huh? Yeah, OK! What type are they?! So the drones are good for something after all?

[So easily distracted, Palom . . . ]

[properwhitemage]

They're chocolate chip! Actually she didn't let me do much except look at me suspiciously when we were adding the chips, but they're delicous. Come on over!

[prodigious_mage]

*comes on over*

Mmm, smells really good! You should learn how to make these. Then we could just eat cookies all the time!

[properwhitemage]

[She smiles and holds out teh plate. They're still warm, of course.]

They are pretty tasty, and the recipie isn't hard. I'm not sure where we'd get the chocolate chips, though.

[prodigious_mage]

Uhh. We'll Teleport to a chocolate factory somewhere. I guess.

[Palom takes a huge bite and sighs in content.]