6th Mistake; a delicious mistake

[moralperil]

[Mahdi addresses the screen dressed in a red apron with his name embroidered on one side: a perhaps-obviously handmade gift from a friend. The apron and his face and bare arms are smudged with flour and a few streaks of chocolate.]

Um, does anyone want cookies? I made cookies.

[Around this time you may notice that pretty much every inch of the kitchen counter is covered with foil-wrapped paper plates.]

I made a few dozen.

And a pie. Maybe two pies.

Baking is how I vent stress sometimes, I guess, um...

I guarantee these cookies will make everyone feel a bit better! So let me know if you'd like a plate, I can drop it off with you. I'll probably be leaving some at the clinic too.


[OOC: Mahdi's cookies will, miraculously, give one a lingering sense of warmth and affection for a short time, due to his powers of emotional projection.]

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[devilsfruitdoctor]

Oh, that's kind of you, that's... [His somewhat distracted smile grows wider and more genuine as the wagon comes into view.] A lot of cookies! Wow, thanks! [Exsilium's apparent preoccupation with enormous batches of free cookies is basically the first thing about this place that Ibin approves of.] Did you put out a call for help with the baking? I must have missed it. What flavors are they?

[moralperil]

I didn't! I just sort of... I couldn't sleep, and when I can't sleep, I bake, and now there are a lot of cookies. I'm thinking about investing in an industrial-sized oven.

I made less of the carrot ginger so I think all of these are snickerdoodles and double chocolate chip.

I don't think I've met you at the clinic before, by the way! I'm Mahdi. [He offers a hand. The guy is on the small side: 4'11'', his hair pulled back in a dark ponytail, dressed in an unremarkable hoodie and track pants that are just a bit too big for him.]

[devilsfruitdoctor]

Double chocolate chip! [Without delay he crams one in his mouth. Got to keep the blood sugar up, yes?]

Mmm! Iff deliffouff! [He chews and shakes Mahdi's hand after a couple gestures that probably translate to 'Sorry I'm a mannerless barbarian.' After a few seconds he finishes the cookie and can reply.] Haha, sorry about that, but it's really good, thanks! Oh, and I'm Ibin! I haven't been here too long, I've mostly been studying to try and catch up on how advanced this world's medicine is! [Ibin kind of towers over Mahdi at 6' even, and to go by his appearance doctors on his world don't go in for the white lab coat look so much as the... magician look? With large overcoats and leather boots and dark blue bow ties printed with silver stars?]

[moralperil]

[Mahdi thinks your clothes are totally cool, Ibin. He actually pauses to admire for a moment. He's used to people, especially in this city, being taller than him, so it doesn't seem to bother him much.]

Ah, I guess there might be a lot of differences... So you're a sciencey-doctor instead of a magical healer, huh?

[He doesn't mind that Ibin's totally stuffing his face. He likes when people enjoy his food!]

[devilsfruitdoctor]

[Oh ho, a challenge. Ibin smiles and spreads his hands-- nothing up his sleeves (except for the bandages wrapped around his arms, hey waitaminute)-- and continues talking airily.]

Pretty much, pretty much! I have no incantations or powders, nothing but my studies and my scalpel-- [With a small flick of his wrist, a previously unseen bandage unfurls from his sleeve and actually lifts another cookie from the plate, then furls back in so Ibin can catch the cookie smoothly, take a bite, and add as if by afterthought] --oh, and my medi-medi bandages, of course.

[moralperil]

Wow! That's pretty cool! [Mahdi claps in delight!] Are they robotic bandages or something?