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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

The common room kitchen was an intriguing locale to a Thin Mint. The counters were inhabited by the typical machinery and an abandoned bowl, complete with an enormous spoon.

Hopping onto the edge of the bowl to investigate, John was shocked to discover over a dozen tiny chocolate chip cookies taking a swim in murky waters.

"Room in there for one more?" he asked, smirking a little at his good fortune. It was well known that the people of Cookie Crisp were easy. This would barely be a challenge for him.

[ooc: John is a Thin Mint cookie. Please IM me at ltcolkirk314 before attempting to eat him!
ETA: Should anyone else want to mess with the cookie, threads must come prior to Jedi chick. *encourages fun times*]

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Jaina only ever had one reason for being on the fifth floor, and it just so happened that reason was in the kitchen. She didn't know that, though, because um really, but she stopped in there anyway to see if there was anything lunchlike to bring down the hall with her.

Noticing the bowl, but not looking too closely, she muttered something about people needing to stop leaving their food out.

A big person up close. John wondered what her intentions were. He'd heard about how they liked to put cookies on ice when they weren't chowing down on them.

"Hey there," he said casually, feeling bold as he leaned himself against the spoon.

She looked around to see whether there was anyone behind her, and then she thought to look down at the bowl. Oh, Fandom. "Um. Hi," she said, wondering whether or not this was the weirdest thing she'd seen so far.

"You know these Cookie Crisp?" he asked, giving her a little cookie wink and hoping to figure out if she was friend or foe. "They seem quite the shy bunch."

The voice sounded familiar, but she wasn't even considering the idea that something like this might have happened, so she wasn't piecing it together just yet. The day she automatically assumed things like that was the day she had to leave Fandom and never come back.

"Are they not supposed to be shy?" she wondered, leaning on the counter and wondering why she was talking to a cookie.

"If you can believe this, they're known to be easier than Thin Mints," he stage whispered. He knew the Samoas back home called him a slut behind his back. But he was better than those Tagalong hussies, and definitely of higher quality than supposed breakfast cereal.

Didn't mean he wasn't going to tap that.

Jaina nodded, pretending to understand any of this, and finally asked, "What's a Thin Mint?"

If he could've, John would've gaped at her. "I am a Thin Mint," he drew himself up to his full cookie height before muttering, "And the Somoas have the gall to bitch that everyone loves us best."

This was bizarre. "Sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to offend you."

John decided she was no threat to him or the Cookie Crisp. "Whatever," he shrugged. "I'm going for a swim. If you'd like you can shrink down and join us." Interspecies skinny dipping for the win.

"Won't you get soggy?" she wondered. "...Wait, did you just invite me to a cookie orgy?"

He would and he did. "We can't all be adventurous," he said, taking a leap off the spoon and splashing gently into the bowl of cookies and milk.

"Hey ladies, I'm John," he said, greeting the Cookie Crisp. John was slightly confused, he'd expected them to swarm him immediately upon his entrance.

And there it clicked. "John?" she repeated, immediately reaching into the bowl to fish out her apparently slutty Thin Mint boyfriend cookie.

"Hey, hands off the chocolatey coating!" he sputtered, being removed from the bowl as he didn't possess the strength necessary to wrestle himself free of her grasp.

"Tough," she said, grabbing a paper towel with her free hand in an attempt to dry him off. "You are not- I repeat, not- cheating on me with a bowl full of easy cookies. I hate this town for making me say that."

"Who said anything about cheating?" John asked, not believing the nerve of this big person using a paper towel on him. "I'm a free cookie! And you could at least use something in a cotton blend!"

"You're not that free a cookie!" Jaina insisted. "And you know what happens if you get soggy? You're going to crumble and fall apart and I don't want to know what that would mean for later."

John was horrified. "I would never crumble! We Thin Mints are strong. Sturdy even. Try and break me in half, I dare you!" He puffed himself up. He didn't think he could be broken, mostly because he'd never been broken before.

"I am not going to try and break you," she sighed. She really hoped this was going to be for the day and not the weekend. She didn't think he'd last till Sunday.

Just as he thought. "Great, then I'll just mosey on back toward the cabinets for a nap. I think I spied a box of Chips Ahoy in there. Care to help a guy out?"

"What are you going to do with the Chips Ahoy?" she asked, not sure she actually wanted to know.

He thought that was quite obvious given the word 'nap' had been used. "Get cozy in their tray since I seem to have been separated from my own. Unless you have a better suggestion?"

"Yes. My suggestion is me taking you back to your room for a nap." Where there were no other cookies to... ew. Where he couldn't get into trouble, there.

Oh, she was completely no fun. "No thanks, it took half the morning to get out here from there." It was a long hallway for a Thin Mint.

"How about this. You come with me, and then you don't have to waste all your time rolling around. Great. There's a party and everything."

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