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[bread_goes_bip]

[Action: 307 Miller]

[Those around the house may notice that things smell very nice. Like fresh baked cookies. Possibly because that's what Death is pulling out of the oven. If you approach her as she is doing so, she will tell you:]

Just let them cool a moment and then you can help yourself.

[Action: 726 Anderson]

[Death is ringing the bell at Puzzle House, carrying fresh baked cookies for the residents]

[Action: Around Mayfield]

[If Death has ever met you or someone from your household, she is showing up at your door to check in on you after all that unfortunate zombie business.]

Comments

Oh, Snipes doesn't know that, though; he's just Spy-checking

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(A moment later, arrives with Proper British Tea.)

Yay confusion all around

[bread_goes_bip]

Mm, that smells wonderful. Where did you find the good stuff?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

It's not all that good, just a matter 'f technique.

I should ask th' bloke 'oo calls 'imself England if 'e 'as th' real thing.

[bread_goes_bip]

Calls himself England? Another one of the anthropomorphic personifications then?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I've met quoite a few 'f them.

[bread_goes_bip]

It's kinda amazing, how many there are here.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

It certainly seems loike all th' blokes 'oo aren't droned are unusual in some way.

[bread_goes_bip]

Well, that's not really surprising. I've never met anyone who is actually usual except for the drones.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Makes you wonder, doesn't it? I've 'eard a theory that we're just all toys 'f some bored god, and the fact that we're all not wot anyone would consider t' be average certainly lends t' that.

[bread_goes_bip]

I think it's probably a little bigger than that. I've met a lot of gods, but none of them would be able to hold me here.