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[gonnagetreaped]

[and on this fine Thursday afternoon, outside a certain cabin set somewhat away from the others that was left over from the rain o' cabins from awhile ago, one may find several crates, filled with packages of cookies. ... unique ones, even! some are opened, others are wrapped neatly with a bow, all laying in wait outside of the cabin

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[gonnagetreaped]

*bunnycats? WE SEE NO BUNNYCATS.*

[gonnagetreaped]

*NOTICING THE PACKAGES MOVING*

Hmm?

[melonsgoboing]

[what is more shocking, a Dist in Camp or my brother dabbling in the baking industry?]

[inpignation]

[SUP I can beat that]

--Tear! Have you seen Jade yet?

[melonsgoboing]

[MY BRAIN CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH THANKS]

... The Colonel. Here?

[inpignation]

Hah, absolutely! What, you don't believe this face?

[shipsdontlie]

Ahaha, I see Auntie Van's recovering well from her operation.

[gonnagetreaped]

Hmm?

[shipsdontlie]

Just a joke! The goatee gives them an authentic freshly-baked air, of course.

[gonnagetreaped]

Apparently, the Commandant had talents we weren't aware of.

[inpignation]

Weeeell, I wouldn't go that far, huh; chalk it up to camp being camp.

[inpignation]

Well, I wouldn't call it quite so random, huh, given we know the guy. More of a mischievous gift than anything.

[lolipop_get]

... Cookies.

[gonnagetreaped]

Cookies.

[lolipop_get]

That's a lot of cookies.

[gonnagetreaped]

Mm, yes. It appears to be a holiday gift of sorts.

*picks at a bow curiously*