Cookies!

[thebetterweapon]

Who: Creed and Renee
Where: Garden carriage
When: Day 18 of Egret
What: Cookies! (Renee had a bad reaction to Creed, but now she knows he's not batshit bugfuck nutsher Creed.)
Warnings: Um, Creed's language is about it.

The garden carriage is small, and he just likes the smell of dirt and greenery. Honestly, he's getting cooped up again. Were he home, he'd grab his bike, probably the Princess, and just... go. The Runt would be with them, of course, but with him recovering....

He doesn't like being here. The Princess'd tell him that it's needed, and after stopping Thanos, why not help out multiple universes? But, really, she ain't here and she'd be chewing on the furnishings by now.

Cookies. Huh. That makes him sit up and take notice, metaphorically, at least. He doesn't even move his hat, when the cookie smell comes closer. "Come to wake the sleeping tiger?" He can tell who it is, and is being a shit.

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[afterburner]

"Well, I've been keeping an eye on them better. So the bottoms aren't burnt." They're actually a pretty nice golden brown, as these things went. Renee had used mini chocolate chips too, so they were well spread-out throughout the cookie. No cookie left unchipped!

She snorts, too, smirking a little. "Well it's not whether you have a temper or not, it's what you do with it, right? And yeah, not shitting...yeah that's good." Renee's not afraid of cursing, but usually she needs a good mad-on to really let her vulgarity rip.

"I've had some people tell me it's chemistry, but I don't get that part, I guess. But it explains why Tony makes good brownies." Renee shrugged.

[thebetterweapon]

"My daughter would light me up, if she thought I'd hurt anyone." Yeah, he's proud of her. Still, he munches on a cookie. "Dunno about chemistry, but it'd make sense. He's smart, even in my world." And he's not going to tell him that. Because the bastard has enough of an ego for five geniuses.

He stretches his long legs out. "Your Creed that bad huh?"