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[madolyn_madden]

Madolyn's carrying a clear bag and a platter when she comes in today. The bag she leaves with the Bar (there's a note attached: For: Agent Mulder, From: Madolyn Madden -- The dark ones are double chocolate chip. The light ones are oatmeal raisin. Hope you like them).

The platter's a fair size, covered with various sorts of cookies. Upon claiming a

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[dean_o_dell]

"Are they free?" The voice asking belongs to a familiar face, one that hasn't really been seen that much of late. It's a face with a big smile, though.

[madolyn_madden]

She grins, looking up.

"Completely free, Cyrus."

[dean_o_dell]

"Hi," he says just a bit sheepishly. A question like that is not the best way to greet someone he hasn't seen in weeks, is it. He takes a chocolate chip cookie, and sits. "I'm a bit worried about my tab," he adds by way of explanation. "I know there's a fund and all but...well, I don't think being dead is a reason not to pay my own way."

[madolyn_madden]

"Oh, I did see the notice," she says mildly.

"And that's what I'm trying to take care of at the moment."

She holds up the paper in front of her.