"Wow, that is a lot of cookies," Peter declared, wandering into the common room. "I'm assuming you're sharing and not just gaining weight for swimsuit season."
Sookie arched a brow over at him, shifting her Thin Mints a little closer just for that. "I know you're trying to be funny, but that kind of remark ain't going to get many girls to share much of anything with you, Peter. Try again."
"Okay, okay, touchy subject," Peter said, putting up his hands. "I guess even the prettier girls have their insecurities about that sort of thing. My apologies." And that was said with honesty, too.
"Not touchy," she corrected, holding out the little green box grudgingly. "I don't care either way about my figure -- I like food too much for that. But then neither should anyone else, you know? There's not anything wrong with me choosing not to share any of these cookies if I don't want to, and it's not up to anyone to judge that."
She paused, and added, "That being said, I'm not interested in tummyaches and I'd rather share, anyway, but I'm just saying."
"Largely uneventful, honey. Want a cookie?" she asked, holding out a box of Samoas. "You haven't lived 'til you've tasted what the Girl Scouts have to offer us."
"I'm sure Susan would have many unflattering things to say about cookies that come in boxes, but she is not here," Rilla replied, taking a cookie, "and I am in a mood for sweets tonight. I think I just about rolled home from the brunch yesterday."
"Oh, she'd have nice things to say about these," Sookie assured her. "Girl Scouts are a charitable organization, and their cookie profits go towards their good works. Eating their cookies means we're making the world a better place."
"Oh my god, you have cookies," Kennedy declared, pumping one fist as she barged into the common room and snagged a handful of Tagalongs because by god if I can't have them any more for real I WILL HAVE THEM BY PROXY.
...Tagalongs being coated with chocolate, naturally, meant that she had to eat them as fast as possible to avoid sticky, clothes-smudgy doom. Kennedy flopped down onto the end of the couch and made a grab for a Samoa. Just one, Sookie.
"How the hell did you find these? The damn Girl Scout Cookie app keeps telling me there's nothing within, like, fifty miles."
"I was a Brownie. I have my sources," Sookie winked, giggling at Kennedy's enthusiasm. "By the way, did you want some? Because I'm getting the feeling you're a fan."
Subtle manners reminders? Oh, Sookie, you know subtlety rarely works on Kennedy.
"You're not telling, huh?" Kennedy-- who was not picking up on said subtle reminders, because tchah-- wheedled. "Come on, not fair. I hooked up with enough Girl Scouts back in the day. You'd think I'd have some sources there."
"First of all, you just sullied all of the followers of Juliet Lowe in my mind," Sookie said with a raise of her eyebrow. "And secondly, no, they're in Bon Temps. I had 'em mailed."
Bruce was just walking past the common room when he spotted the multitude of cookies. He felt there was a question that needed to be asked, so he stopped in. "Aren't you a little old to be a Girl Scout?"
"You realize that with those kinds of friends, you could pretty much rule this town for at least a couple weeks," Bruce said. "I think we're all lucky that people who grew up in the Scouts are too nice to do that kind of thing."
"I don't know, I quit early enough that maybe the do-gooder spirit didn't really take hold," she mused. "I could totally capitalize on the island's desperation for Tagalongs."
Bobby had been looking for some organic Kashi that showed up in the Common Rooms every so often. Instead he found a pretty girl and cookies. He kind of thought that was a good deal.
"Hi," he said giving Sookie a little wave. "Are you a Girl Scout?"
"Not since I was eight," she said, waving back. "I just know a few who managed to get me the cookies we were all so desperately in need of. Ain't March without Girl Scout cookies."
"Did your mom make you quit?" Bobby asked. "I wanted to be a Cub Scout, but Mom said that the Boy Scouts were a paramilitary group and overly religious."
"My mom died before I quit," Sookie said, shaking her head. "No one made me stop or anything, I just didn't have time. My gran actually hosted a bunch of meetings." She paused, thinking, and added, "I don't think Girl Scouts are overly religious, but I was also raised as a churchgoer, so I don't have the best perspective on that."
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He thought he was hilarious.
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She paused, and added, "That being said, I'm not interested in tummyaches and I'd rather share, anyway, but I'm just saying."
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Really.
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...Tagalongs being coated with chocolate, naturally, meant that she had to eat them as fast as possible to avoid sticky, clothes-smudgy doom. Kennedy flopped down onto the end of the couch and made a grab for a Samoa. Just one, Sookie.
"How the hell did you find these? The damn Girl Scout Cookie app keeps telling me there's nothing within, like, fifty miles."
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Subtle manners reminders? Oh, Sookie, you know subtlety rarely works on Kennedy.
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He assumed.
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"Hi," he said giving Sookie a little wave. "Are you a Girl Scout?"
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