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[broked_reality]

Sam's probably not looking his best. He's sort of bruised and battered with a lot of bandages and a lot of tears in his coat

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[will_scarlett]

Will has been trying to rest which is not fun or easy so is glad to be distracted by Sam,

"What are ye doin'?"

[will_scarlett]

"I'm na sure, what's chocolate?"

Sadly no one has introduced Will to chocolate yet.

[broked_reality]

"Brown stuff. Very sweet."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, what sort o'shape would it be in then?"

There's a lot of stuff in the cupboards, there must be some chocolate chips in there somewhere.

[broked_reality]

"Could be any shape."

[will_scarlett]

He finds a bag that looks right full of chocolate chips, "'rhaps these?"

[broked_reality]

Sam peers inside.
"Yeah. Throw them in."

[will_scarlett]

About half the bag well more like three quarters of the bag is added, its looking a bit more cookieish now.

[broked_reality]

"That doesn't look too bad." Sam says, eyeing it.

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, think this might work."

Will grabs some chocolate chips and hands the bag over to Sam then the look on his face at the chocolate is of pure glee.

[broked_reality]

Nom.

(Mmm. Chocolate. Sam looks pleased.)

[will_scarlett]

Will munches on more chocolate as he stares down into the bowl,

"So cookies."

[broked_reality]

"They're sorta biscuity things." Sam says, sagely.

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, but think we 'ave to shape 'em or somethin'. 'rhaps tis a wooden thing to put 'em on."

[broked_reality]

"Must be one around her somewhere." Sam frowns, searching.

[will_scarlett]

Sadly Will wouldn't know a cookie sheet if it fell on him but he did find a lot of pans and stuff,

"Tis loads o'stuff in 'ere."