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FTEC, Sunday 3/29

Stark arrived earlier than usual today. It had been a busy few days at the clinic and he wanted to be sure he was there in case he was needed.

As with the past few days there was plenty of tea in case anyone would need it. Still no cupcakes, but there were plenty of cookies to go with the plenty of the tea.

The island seemed to be getting back to what passed for normal but the clinic was open for its inhabitants who weren't quite back their usual selves yet.

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Have some tea. Have some cookies! Have both.

You can even have an alien who is happy to help you or just have a chat.

Still here? Tag in. Newly arrived for whatever reason? Tag in.

Drac still here. Not exactly sure why, but he was.

Okay, actually he was still here because he was moping, which was not helping his healing. But he wasn't going to admit that.

Aww, don't mope, Drac. Stark's here and he has cookies!

"Do you need anything?" Stark asked, poking his head in the door. "I could bring something."

Were they mealworm? He loved mealworm cookies!

"Thank you," Drac's smile was weak. "I am afraid I don't know anymore."

"I have cookies?" Stark offered. No, not mealworm. How dare you. Stark would never do that a cookie!

"Or tea. Or company? If you'd like. Or I can go."

"Cookies?" Drac perked up just a little. "Homemade?"

Stark nodded. "Chocolate chip." He'd thought it best to stick to the classics in this situation.

He held out the tin they were in. "Would you like one?"

Drac took one and looked at it carefully. "Just chocolate? No beetles?" But he was not one to be intentionally rude, so Drac tasted the treat.

"Ah. This is quite good!"

And quite gone; might he have another?

"Beetles?" Stark repeated. "No. No beetles. Not in the cookies." Not in anything else he made either. At least not on purpose. What a terrible thing to do to unsuspecting baked goods!

"Would you like more?"

"While not my favourite, beetle cookies are very tasty! My wife would make them with fresh..." His face fell, remembering Martha was gone AGAIN.

A mere moment later, though, he was grinning gently and reaching for another cookie. "Thank you I would love another. You bake very well."

"Your wife made you beetle cookies?" On purpose? Stark was stuck on the beetles. Those poor cookies.

"I usually stick with chocolate, when I make cookies. And no snickerdoodles." Because people. "Thank you. I'm glad you like them."

"She had a family recipe," Drac nodded, the memory causing a small ache that felt similar to those he'd experienced the first few decades after her death. He was mourning again? "We... used to argue which was better, mealworm raisin or chocolate chip beetle."

"Not real arguments, mind you. Just... teasing." He and Martha hadn't really argued very often.

"Which did you prefer?" Not that Stark wanted to try either one, mind, but he was genuinely curious about these appalling cookies. And honestly he'd eaten worse than bug-laced baked goods in his life.

You say 'laced' like they don't actually belong!

"I have always been a mealworm cookie fan," Drac chuckled. "Martha used to say I was being old fashioned. I would tell her... "

He let a ghost of a smile cross his face. "I used to say back to her, that she didn't like them because she couldn't bake them properly."

Do you have any idea how long it's been since I had to have an OOC thread? FOREVER.

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