Post by Skyheart on Dec 23, 2013 22:15:14 GMT -5
Location: Sugarcube Corner
Participants: Derpy, Mr. Cake, Marble Memory
Synopsis: What starts as a normal business transaction ends in a growing sequence of "events."
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Derpy wanders in, flicking her ears at the bell that sounds. She turns back at the sound of the bell, peering up into the door's recesses to figure it out. She's wearing her muffin satchel today.
Mr_Cake chuckles from the counter. "That's just the bell, Ma'am. Now, how may I help you?" He doesn't seem to recognize Derpy from the back. Then again, he also seems to be keeping a close eye on the two mischevious 'bundles of joy' who are waddling around the room.
Derpy turns around again. "Is delicious to ears," she assesses. Her hooves very lightly clicking against the floor, Derpy approaches the counter. "Am shopping for winter play! Must backstage refresh. Maybe frontstage! Have got winter foods?"
Mr_Cake nods happily. "Well of course! We have plenty of ways to go about this. Now, did you want to just buy something for the performers or do you want to schedule some catering? We have a lot to choose from depending on what you want. You might want to start with our winter specials." He points to the sign holding the specials on them.
Derpy ambles over to the sign with the specials. She puts her head up very close to them and moves it around in a figure eight kind of pattern, taking things in. Eventually she clears her throat. "How much gingerbread house?" she asks. "Is puzzle?"
Mr_Cake shrugs. "Uh... sort of. Well the gingerbread house is a bunch of gingerbread, icing, and candy. You have to build it- but you get to decorate it however you'd like." He again points, this time to the display case. There's two gingerbread houses. One is a usual scene one would see with them the Cakes made. Another is more random and covered in sprinkles, sugar, and confetti- obviously a creation of Pinkie Pie. "Sort of like these."
Derpy peers through the display glass. She presses her face up to it and stares for a while. Her tail flicks once, but that's about it.
Mr_Cake waits patiently. "Well it's really something to do with the kids more than anything else. You might want something more substantial if you're planning on feeding a stage full of ponies."
Derpy looks up. "Have got daughter! How much coins to present her house?"
Mr_Cake looks at the gingerbread kits they had prepared. "We're doing a sale soon but if it's for a gift then I don't see the harm in using that price now. At the sale price it's 12 bits."
Derpy nods. She rummages around in her muffin bag for a while. Eventually she comes up with a five bit piece, and goes back to rummaging. Out comes another bit. Her thoughts lead her about, and she asks: "Can ~giant~ house? For ~whole~ setting?"
Mr_Cake cringes a bit at the thought. "As much as Pinkie Pie would love to see a full-sized gingerbread house... I think you'd need a construction team of confectioneers to pull that off." He comments.
Derpy nods in thought. She continues pulling out random coins from her pouch until she has thirty-six bits' worth. She then crosses her eyes at the pile. "What is smoke bishop?" she asks.
Mr_Cake thinks for a moment. "Well long story short, we take some wine, some basic pudding, and various fruits and it makes a sort of smoothie. Obviously we can't serve it to the little ones. We don't normally dabble in this sort of thing but apparently it's a winter treat in other lands so we decided to give it a shot."
Derpy hardly seems to comprehend. "Not little? Is big treat?" she asks with her wings slightly raised.
Mr_Cake tries to think of another way to present this. "Um... well... How can I put this...? It has wine in it so... We can't sell it to the little fillies and colts like everything else here. It's just for the month, though."
Derpy raises her head. "Wiiiine? Is stingdrink?"
Mr_Cake tilts his head. "Um... if you mean alcoholic then, yes. Normally we wouldn't touch using it in a recipie unless it was baked out of something but we thought we'd try something different as one of our monthly specials."
Derpy's eyes tumble about briefly like snowflakes. She rises slowly out of it as they find their places. "Will gentle chocolate, please. Hot cup while shop!" She beats her wings excitedly.
Mr_Cake nods happily. "Hot chocolate? The regular or the special?" He asks.
Derpy boggles again. "How is special?" she asks.
Well, isn't this a surprise? A pony who would normally never ever ever come here has entered sugarcube corner. It's Marble Memory, Ponyville's ex-Chancellor.
Mr_Cake smiles. "Pinkie Pie makes the batches herself half the time, and it's actually pretty good. But my wife and I have done a good job trying to remain faithful to the recipie. It's a little sweeter than usual." He explains.
Derpy tilts her head. "Is fine. Special!!!" She turns around, wings up, to see Marble Memory approaching. Her wings settle down so as to brush him affectionately as she folds them. "Marble! Is ex-chancellate here to buy gingerbread office??"
Marble is trying hard not to look at any of the sweet baked goods. Which is to say he's got his eyes closed and is fumbling around with a hoof. "I don't want to look."
Mr_Cake tilts his head. "Oh, hello there, Mr. Memory. Having a good holiday so far? What can I get for you?" He seems totally oblivious to Marble's aversion to the merchandise. Who DOESN'T like treats?
Derpy says "Mr. Cake? Have got snow balls?"
Marble's hoof, in his fumblewalking, knocks over a table and two chairs. "Oh fine oh fine!" The stallion opens his eyes and looks up at the cieling. HE's not looking, he's *not* looki-- HE STEPPED IN A CAKE!!! "AAAAAHHHH!"
"Snow balls?" Mr. Cake shakes his head. "Not really, no, I can't say that-" He cringes rather audibly at the crash, followed by the upsequet cake step. He rushes around the corner to Marble's side and picks him up. "What in Equestria do you think you're doing!?" He shouts, somewhat exasperated. Not even the combined forces of Pinkie and the Twins do this much damage simply by walking! He takes a deep breath to calm himself "Please... Please, be careful. Just... sit down for the moment and I'll get something to clean this up." He glances to Derpy as if to subtley tell her to watch him while he slips into the back room."
Derpy is not usually the responsible one. She leaps and cringes at the sound of the tables collapsing. "Mr. Marble!" she cries. "Are failing?" She goes cautiously up to him and extends a wingtip.
Marble flails around, still looking up to avoid visual contact with the refined sugars surrounding him. He does manage to sit in a chair. Unbeknownst to him, he sets a hoof down on the napkin dispenser, which dospenses napkins in a heap on the table until one falls off and slowly, and improbably, wafts down to the floor across the shop, brushing up against another table, knocking it over and sendng chairs flying into the air.
Mr_Cake rushes right back outside when the next set of crashes happen. "What happened!?" He says, carrying a bucket, mop, towel, broom, hammer, nails, daiper bag, and spatula hanging from his back in a haphazard fashion.
Derpy explodes in a flurry of wings and legs and tries to get away, but ends up catching one of the chairs on her back, which weighs her down. Her face is now against the floor. "Help," she murmurs.
"Nothing happened. I'm just having a seat here... minding my busine--" Then Marble happens to look away from the ceiling a moment. "... O... O-Oh dear..."
Mr_Cake takes a deep sigh and moves to lift the chair off of Derpy. "There you go... Let's... just get this cleaned up." He starts to right the chairs and tables as best he can while making sure none of his materials spill.
Derpy rises, confused, and looks around. Her eyes settle harshly on Marble. "Marble Memory? Are very clutz!" she accuses. And that's not something you want to hear from Derpy.
Marble sinks his face into his hooves at the table. Oh, how embarassing. It's bad enough being seen in a House of Sugar anyway!
Mr_Cake takes another deep breath. "Can somepony help me set this table back up?" He places his hooves up on one side of the table, using his head and neck to help brace it.
Marble jumps up and raises a hoof. "I'll help!" He trots over to help Mr Cake fix the table.
Derpy uses her nose to tumble chairs back up into the right positions. Derpy asks Marble: "Why so tumbly and bumbly??"
Mr_Cake seems a bit hesitant but. "O-Okay. Now, just place your hooves on the other end of the table and on three we're going to use our necks to lift it up, okay?"
Marble nodnodnods. He walks to the other side of the table and positions himself and nods to Mr Cake once more.
Derpy finishes straightening chairs and goes over to the table, watching silently.
Mr_Cake nods. "Okay. On three. One. Two. THREE!" He forces himself upright to tilt the table back up. "H-How did you even knock this over anyway?"
Marble struggles pathetically to lift his end, but the flimsy pegasus is not muc for even light physical labor. "I... don't... know..." Then Marble spots a bit of frosting on the floor behind Mr Cake. "Look out!"
Derpy turns around and around. "What is?? Marble, are danger!"
Mr_Cake immediately jerks back but only manages to lose his grip on the table and it smacks him in the head. He falls to the ground in a daze and so does the table. "Ughh...."
Marble flails and loses his grip on the table, flailing about, and even screaming.
Derpy tries to steady the table with her forelegs. She eventually topples it upright and stands there, panting. "Is bad dance," she assesses.
The table lands with an inglorious thud. Mr. Cake is still somewhat unconscious and now there's a loud noise coming from the corner. "WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The twins have started crying.
Marble blinks. Uh oh... he just knocked a father unconscious and now his foals need him. He looks at Derpy a moment, then inches his way for the corner. He's got to make sure they're okay, certainly?
Derpy goes over to Mr. Cake. "Mr. Cake? Are feeling okay? Or crackle-like?"
Mr_Cake is not responding. The twins are still in the corner crying.
Marble trots over to the twins. He smiles to them to assure them everything is okay. "Hi... kids! Daddy's just playing. Ha ha!" Marble turns to Derpy and urgently whispers to her, "For Celestia's sake, call an ambulance!"
Derpy looks around in alarm and flees out the door!
The twins look at Marble for a moment then peer around the table at their unconscious father. Pound Cake waddles over and pokes at him. "Da da?" He then raises his little hooves and pounds them right on top of his head. "Da da!" This startles Mr. Cake awake. "Yeouch!"
Derpy returns, having called for help. A clanging of bells or kettle drums can be heard in the distance. "Mr. Cake? Are okay?"
Marble flails and runs over to Mr Cake. "I'm sorry I'm sorry! Here, let me help you!"
Mr_Cake forces himself up and takes a deep breath. "We... should try this again... with more help." He mentions. He picks up Pound Cake and slowly starts to move him to a nearby play pen.
Derpy goes to Pumpkin Cake and lowers her head, letting her climb on. She walks over to join Mr. Cake at the play pen, somber.
"Let em help! I cna do this! I just think I'm having one of my bad luck spells!" Marble is still uncertain when these began. He suspects it has something to do with his foalhood with Comet.
With the twins stowed away, Mr. Cake goes back to attempting to get the table back upright. Thankfully he knows not to budge this time.
Derpy goes to help. She may be disoriented, but next to Marble right now, Derpy is like a rock of support!
Marble braces himself against the table and takes a few deep breaths. "Okay... I am ready."
Mr_Cake nods. "Okay... On three again. One. Two. Three."
Marble liiiiiiifts and this time he holds still, and closes his eyes. No more knocking Mr Cake unconscious!
They manage to finally right the table again. Once that's done, Mr. Cake takes the time to rest a moment before starting to set the tables up right. "Can you gather up all the napkins?"
"Yes, of course!" Marble wanders around the establishment picking up all the napkins he spewed around the place.
Mr_Cake sees the bucket nearby. When he fell everything managed to stay with him, but there was now water everywhere. He sighs an picks up the mop in his teeth and starts to wipe away the cake.
Marble then *Gently* sits at the table he was at before and CAREFULLY sets his hooves on the table.
Mr_Cake sighs once everything is picked up. He wipes his brow and starts to carry everything back to the back. He turns back to Marble for one moment before finally going into the back room.
Marble sighs with relief. Well, that could not have gone any worse.
Mr_Cake comes back and takes his place at the counter again. "Okay... That's all taken care of. Now, what can I get you, Mr. Memory?"
Marble nervously stands and walks over to the counter. "Um... I-I was wondering if I could order... t-two dozen peanut butter cookies." Marble fidgets.
Mr_Cake smiles and nods. "Not a problem. One moment." He dips his head behind the counter to get to a box. He props that open and starts shovelling the cookies into it. "Two dozen you said?"
"Y-yes. For my wife." Marble says, trying not to look... too horrified at all the sugar he just ordered. "D-do you have any... non-confectionary goods? L-like bran muffins?"
Mr_Cake thinks for a bit. "Uh... maybe on special order but most ponies don't come here for that..."
Marble looks shocked. "But... but..." Marble hates sugar! "Um..."
Mr_Cake chuckles. "Just let us know ahead of time next time you want some. Anyway, here are your cookies."
Participants: Derpy, Mr. Cake, Marble Memory
Synopsis: What starts as a normal business transaction ends in a growing sequence of "events."
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Derpy wanders in, flicking her ears at the bell that sounds. She turns back at the sound of the bell, peering up into the door's recesses to figure it out. She's wearing her muffin satchel today.
Mr_Cake chuckles from the counter. "That's just the bell, Ma'am. Now, how may I help you?" He doesn't seem to recognize Derpy from the back. Then again, he also seems to be keeping a close eye on the two mischevious 'bundles of joy' who are waddling around the room.
Derpy turns around again. "Is delicious to ears," she assesses. Her hooves very lightly clicking against the floor, Derpy approaches the counter. "Am shopping for winter play! Must backstage refresh. Maybe frontstage! Have got winter foods?"
Mr_Cake nods happily. "Well of course! We have plenty of ways to go about this. Now, did you want to just buy something for the performers or do you want to schedule some catering? We have a lot to choose from depending on what you want. You might want to start with our winter specials." He points to the sign holding the specials on them.
Derpy ambles over to the sign with the specials. She puts her head up very close to them and moves it around in a figure eight kind of pattern, taking things in. Eventually she clears her throat. "How much gingerbread house?" she asks. "Is puzzle?"
Mr_Cake shrugs. "Uh... sort of. Well the gingerbread house is a bunch of gingerbread, icing, and candy. You have to build it- but you get to decorate it however you'd like." He again points, this time to the display case. There's two gingerbread houses. One is a usual scene one would see with them the Cakes made. Another is more random and covered in sprinkles, sugar, and confetti- obviously a creation of Pinkie Pie. "Sort of like these."
Derpy peers through the display glass. She presses her face up to it and stares for a while. Her tail flicks once, but that's about it.
Mr_Cake waits patiently. "Well it's really something to do with the kids more than anything else. You might want something more substantial if you're planning on feeding a stage full of ponies."
Derpy looks up. "Have got daughter! How much coins to present her house?"
Mr_Cake looks at the gingerbread kits they had prepared. "We're doing a sale soon but if it's for a gift then I don't see the harm in using that price now. At the sale price it's 12 bits."
Derpy nods. She rummages around in her muffin bag for a while. Eventually she comes up with a five bit piece, and goes back to rummaging. Out comes another bit. Her thoughts lead her about, and she asks: "Can ~giant~ house? For ~whole~ setting?"
Mr_Cake cringes a bit at the thought. "As much as Pinkie Pie would love to see a full-sized gingerbread house... I think you'd need a construction team of confectioneers to pull that off." He comments.
Derpy nods in thought. She continues pulling out random coins from her pouch until she has thirty-six bits' worth. She then crosses her eyes at the pile. "What is smoke bishop?" she asks.
Mr_Cake thinks for a moment. "Well long story short, we take some wine, some basic pudding, and various fruits and it makes a sort of smoothie. Obviously we can't serve it to the little ones. We don't normally dabble in this sort of thing but apparently it's a winter treat in other lands so we decided to give it a shot."
Derpy hardly seems to comprehend. "Not little? Is big treat?" she asks with her wings slightly raised.
Mr_Cake tries to think of another way to present this. "Um... well... How can I put this...? It has wine in it so... We can't sell it to the little fillies and colts like everything else here. It's just for the month, though."
Derpy raises her head. "Wiiiine? Is stingdrink?"
Mr_Cake tilts his head. "Um... if you mean alcoholic then, yes. Normally we wouldn't touch using it in a recipie unless it was baked out of something but we thought we'd try something different as one of our monthly specials."
Derpy's eyes tumble about briefly like snowflakes. She rises slowly out of it as they find their places. "Will gentle chocolate, please. Hot cup while shop!" She beats her wings excitedly.
Mr_Cake nods happily. "Hot chocolate? The regular or the special?" He asks.
Derpy boggles again. "How is special?" she asks.
Well, isn't this a surprise? A pony who would normally never ever ever come here has entered sugarcube corner. It's Marble Memory, Ponyville's ex-Chancellor.
Mr_Cake smiles. "Pinkie Pie makes the batches herself half the time, and it's actually pretty good. But my wife and I have done a good job trying to remain faithful to the recipie. It's a little sweeter than usual." He explains.
Derpy tilts her head. "Is fine. Special!!!" She turns around, wings up, to see Marble Memory approaching. Her wings settle down so as to brush him affectionately as she folds them. "Marble! Is ex-chancellate here to buy gingerbread office??"
Marble is trying hard not to look at any of the sweet baked goods. Which is to say he's got his eyes closed and is fumbling around with a hoof. "I don't want to look."
Mr_Cake tilts his head. "Oh, hello there, Mr. Memory. Having a good holiday so far? What can I get for you?" He seems totally oblivious to Marble's aversion to the merchandise. Who DOESN'T like treats?
Derpy says "Mr. Cake? Have got snow balls?"
Marble's hoof, in his fumblewalking, knocks over a table and two chairs. "Oh fine oh fine!" The stallion opens his eyes and looks up at the cieling. HE's not looking, he's *not* looki-- HE STEPPED IN A CAKE!!! "AAAAAHHHH!"
"Snow balls?" Mr. Cake shakes his head. "Not really, no, I can't say that-" He cringes rather audibly at the crash, followed by the upsequet cake step. He rushes around the corner to Marble's side and picks him up. "What in Equestria do you think you're doing!?" He shouts, somewhat exasperated. Not even the combined forces of Pinkie and the Twins do this much damage simply by walking! He takes a deep breath to calm himself "Please... Please, be careful. Just... sit down for the moment and I'll get something to clean this up." He glances to Derpy as if to subtley tell her to watch him while he slips into the back room."
Derpy is not usually the responsible one. She leaps and cringes at the sound of the tables collapsing. "Mr. Marble!" she cries. "Are failing?" She goes cautiously up to him and extends a wingtip.
Marble flails around, still looking up to avoid visual contact with the refined sugars surrounding him. He does manage to sit in a chair. Unbeknownst to him, he sets a hoof down on the napkin dispenser, which dospenses napkins in a heap on the table until one falls off and slowly, and improbably, wafts down to the floor across the shop, brushing up against another table, knocking it over and sendng chairs flying into the air.
Mr_Cake rushes right back outside when the next set of crashes happen. "What happened!?" He says, carrying a bucket, mop, towel, broom, hammer, nails, daiper bag, and spatula hanging from his back in a haphazard fashion.
Derpy explodes in a flurry of wings and legs and tries to get away, but ends up catching one of the chairs on her back, which weighs her down. Her face is now against the floor. "Help," she murmurs.
"Nothing happened. I'm just having a seat here... minding my busine--" Then Marble happens to look away from the ceiling a moment. "... O... O-Oh dear..."
Mr_Cake takes a deep sigh and moves to lift the chair off of Derpy. "There you go... Let's... just get this cleaned up." He starts to right the chairs and tables as best he can while making sure none of his materials spill.
Derpy rises, confused, and looks around. Her eyes settle harshly on Marble. "Marble Memory? Are very clutz!" she accuses. And that's not something you want to hear from Derpy.
Marble sinks his face into his hooves at the table. Oh, how embarassing. It's bad enough being seen in a House of Sugar anyway!
Mr_Cake takes another deep breath. "Can somepony help me set this table back up?" He places his hooves up on one side of the table, using his head and neck to help brace it.
Marble jumps up and raises a hoof. "I'll help!" He trots over to help Mr Cake fix the table.
Derpy uses her nose to tumble chairs back up into the right positions. Derpy asks Marble: "Why so tumbly and bumbly??"
Mr_Cake seems a bit hesitant but. "O-Okay. Now, just place your hooves on the other end of the table and on three we're going to use our necks to lift it up, okay?"
Marble nodnodnods. He walks to the other side of the table and positions himself and nods to Mr Cake once more.
Derpy finishes straightening chairs and goes over to the table, watching silently.
Mr_Cake nods. "Okay. On three. One. Two. THREE!" He forces himself upright to tilt the table back up. "H-How did you even knock this over anyway?"
Marble struggles pathetically to lift his end, but the flimsy pegasus is not muc for even light physical labor. "I... don't... know..." Then Marble spots a bit of frosting on the floor behind Mr Cake. "Look out!"
Derpy turns around and around. "What is?? Marble, are danger!"
Mr_Cake immediately jerks back but only manages to lose his grip on the table and it smacks him in the head. He falls to the ground in a daze and so does the table. "Ughh...."
Marble flails and loses his grip on the table, flailing about, and even screaming.
Derpy tries to steady the table with her forelegs. She eventually topples it upright and stands there, panting. "Is bad dance," she assesses.
The table lands with an inglorious thud. Mr. Cake is still somewhat unconscious and now there's a loud noise coming from the corner. "WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The twins have started crying.
Marble blinks. Uh oh... he just knocked a father unconscious and now his foals need him. He looks at Derpy a moment, then inches his way for the corner. He's got to make sure they're okay, certainly?
Derpy goes over to Mr. Cake. "Mr. Cake? Are feeling okay? Or crackle-like?"
Mr_Cake is not responding. The twins are still in the corner crying.
Marble trots over to the twins. He smiles to them to assure them everything is okay. "Hi... kids! Daddy's just playing. Ha ha!" Marble turns to Derpy and urgently whispers to her, "For Celestia's sake, call an ambulance!"
Derpy looks around in alarm and flees out the door!
The twins look at Marble for a moment then peer around the table at their unconscious father. Pound Cake waddles over and pokes at him. "Da da?" He then raises his little hooves and pounds them right on top of his head. "Da da!" This startles Mr. Cake awake. "Yeouch!"
Derpy returns, having called for help. A clanging of bells or kettle drums can be heard in the distance. "Mr. Cake? Are okay?"
Marble flails and runs over to Mr Cake. "I'm sorry I'm sorry! Here, let me help you!"
Mr_Cake forces himself up and takes a deep breath. "We... should try this again... with more help." He mentions. He picks up Pound Cake and slowly starts to move him to a nearby play pen.
Derpy goes to Pumpkin Cake and lowers her head, letting her climb on. She walks over to join Mr. Cake at the play pen, somber.
"Let em help! I cna do this! I just think I'm having one of my bad luck spells!" Marble is still uncertain when these began. He suspects it has something to do with his foalhood with Comet.
With the twins stowed away, Mr. Cake goes back to attempting to get the table back upright. Thankfully he knows not to budge this time.
Derpy goes to help. She may be disoriented, but next to Marble right now, Derpy is like a rock of support!
Marble braces himself against the table and takes a few deep breaths. "Okay... I am ready."
Mr_Cake nods. "Okay... On three again. One. Two. Three."
Marble liiiiiiifts and this time he holds still, and closes his eyes. No more knocking Mr Cake unconscious!
They manage to finally right the table again. Once that's done, Mr. Cake takes the time to rest a moment before starting to set the tables up right. "Can you gather up all the napkins?"
"Yes, of course!" Marble wanders around the establishment picking up all the napkins he spewed around the place.
Mr_Cake sees the bucket nearby. When he fell everything managed to stay with him, but there was now water everywhere. He sighs an picks up the mop in his teeth and starts to wipe away the cake.
Marble then *Gently* sits at the table he was at before and CAREFULLY sets his hooves on the table.
Mr_Cake sighs once everything is picked up. He wipes his brow and starts to carry everything back to the back. He turns back to Marble for one moment before finally going into the back room.
Marble sighs with relief. Well, that could not have gone any worse.
Mr_Cake comes back and takes his place at the counter again. "Okay... That's all taken care of. Now, what can I get you, Mr. Memory?"
Marble nervously stands and walks over to the counter. "Um... I-I was wondering if I could order... t-two dozen peanut butter cookies." Marble fidgets.
Mr_Cake smiles and nods. "Not a problem. One moment." He dips his head behind the counter to get to a box. He props that open and starts shovelling the cookies into it. "Two dozen you said?"
"Y-yes. For my wife." Marble says, trying not to look... too horrified at all the sugar he just ordered. "D-do you have any... non-confectionary goods? L-like bran muffins?"
Mr_Cake thinks for a bit. "Uh... maybe on special order but most ponies don't come here for that..."
Marble looks shocked. "But... but..." Marble hates sugar! "Um..."
Mr_Cake chuckles. "Just let us know ahead of time next time you want some. Anyway, here are your cookies."