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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[maddeninghatter]

[ Open-mouthed stare of immense horror. ]

--carrot?

[moralperil]

They're more like flat muffins.

[maddeninghatter]

Vegetables have no place in confectionaries!

[moralperil]

[An almost audible scowl.] No one's saying you have to eat the carrot ones! More or everyone else!

[maddeninghatter]

[ With an air of deep skepticism: ]

So what's a snickerdoodle? Bits of cauliflower in?

[moralperil]

No. [Oh, is he ever enthusiastic about knowing something someone else doesn't. It doesn't happen often.] They're a soft sugar cookie, crunchy on the outside, flavored with cinnamon and sugar.

I thought everyone knew snickerdoodles, sorry!

[maddeninghatter]

What an odd name. But that sounds all right, I suppose.

[ Warming to this fellow's enthusiasm, but still: ]

No broccoli, no zucchini, no onion, no leeks, no asparagus, no vegetables of any description, right?

[moralperil]

...Well, sugar and cinnamon and flour come from plants, but other than that, no.

[maddeninghatter]

Fine, fine!

[ Brightly: ]

If you don't mind delivering, I'm right next door to you. Room 403.

[moralperil]

Wait! Wait there is another plant product in the cookies!

There's vanilla! That's beans!

[maddeninghatter]

Vanilla is the fruit of an orchid flower, a much finer lady than her leguminous fellows.

[ Somebody was once fast friends with the Rainsworth family pastry chef. ]

So it's no problem!

[moralperil]

Oh, that's a relief.

[Facts about things: not his strong suit.]

I'll swing by with the cookies, 'kay?

[maddeninghatter]

Thanks so much. Ordinarily I'd just pop by--

[ As in pop out from things. Like the underside of your bed or your cupboards... ]

--but, ah.

Well anyway, hmm! Yes, yes - see you soon!

action?

[moralperil]

[And just a few moments later, there's a knock on the door!]

action!

[maddeninghatter]

[ Under ordinary circumstances, the door would - at the very least - swing open with an eldritch squeal, revealing an empty, unlit apartment bereft of life, apart from the sound of cackling...

Someone is feeling a bit under the weather, considering, so all you get is a grin accompanied by enthusiastic waving. ]

Hello, hello! I see you found your way over without getting lost, good job! Very good! Good, good, good!

[moralperil]

[Well, this is... not at all what he expected. Mahdi's not sure what he did expect, but it wasn't this.]

I brought cookies! [He says brightly, holding out the foil-wrapped paper plate positively stuffed with goodies.]