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[redhead_druid]

There is way too much negativity in this building. Plus I was bored.

There's a relatively large batch of chocolate chip cookies in the kitchen. Feel free to help yourself. I'm taking some downstairs, but I'll be back if you want to hang around and talk.

[and she actually is going downstairs, but she will be back if you'd like her to be. No,

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[redhead_druid]

[gives nothing away, other than holding up the plate in her hand that's loaded with chocolate chip cookies]

I hope you're not allergic to chocolate. And I promise they aren't poisoned. Arsenic really doesn't do anything for the flavor.

[that's a joke. see? she'll even give you a little smirk]

[redhead_druid]

[laughs]

More like the hippie who believes in free love and baked goods. Sam is more likely the good cop.

[she makes her way closer, extending out the plate to him. They might have to tip the plate a bit to get it between the bars, but they'll figure something out]

I'm April.

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam may pride himself on eating healthy a lot of the time, but ... he didn't have the willpower to resist a plate of chocolate chip cookies. Especially April's.

If he had known it was going to get him a stern conversation about the guy in the basement, he might have tried to hold out for a little while longer.

Regardless, Sam is heading downstairs, chewing on his cookie. He grabs one of the chairs there, and spins it around in front of him, settling down so that he's straddling the chair backwards]

Hi. I'm Sam.

[imnot_likeyou]

[nods and takes a breath]

Look. I get the whole redemption thing. I'm on one of those roads myself. But Elle is my friend, and she means a lot to my brother, so you understand why we're being cautious, right? There's not a lot of us that could take you on and make it through to the other side.

[he's doing his best to keep his tone as neutral as possible. He's not the hot tempered one -- not unless you pushed him]