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Rots your teeth.

I don't think I've ever heard anyone ask to hold back on the chocolate chips.

There are blueberries, if you prefer.

It is all a matter of taste. The Castle kitchen staff is a marvel at this, I've found.

[Her nose wrinkled.]

Nope-nope. "Blue" and "berry" don't go together.

That's pretty much my assumption anytime any of my sisters show up and order me to go buy them pastries.

I haven't figured out how it's shorter to walk to my house and tell me rather than coming here directly.

No one is forcing you to eat, mon cher bouffon.

[Smart of 'em. She'd just dropped in to see what leftovers were lurking in the fridge.]

Did Declán hide the apples again?

You wouldn't honestly go for anything with chocolate chips if you wanted to have less of it.

And I doubt directing them to the nearest bakery would help. Come along then, Alasdair. Let's see what we can find for them and your good self.

In my experience, you will often find that there are those who will do things purely so that they will have cause to complain about it later. Though, I agree; it would defeat the point.

He neglected to mention it, if he did.

Well. They can join the queue with others wishing to complain about this apocalypse business.

They appear to be the fashion these days.

So, would you care for a muffin? Black Forest. The earlier batch was far better.

Sure. I'm not fussy.

It pretty much never does. I've tried.

[So many times he's tried.]

Would it be an insult to Spadedom to tell you you're an angel?

A pity, there are some good places in Town.

( She waves him inside. The interior of the Spade kitchens are really no different from any of the other Castles when you get right down to it.

She offers him her usual half-smile in response. )

Only if you meant it sarcastically.

[Unsurprising. Chives took it personally, but it was all a game to Juliette.]

Then I shall have to find them myself.

[She giggled and went to poking amid the cabinets, cupboards and all the other hiding places the butler had utilized before.]

( Leah plucked a muffin from the tray, peeling back the wrapper and taking a bite. Watching Juliette with a mild sort of curiosity; requests for consideration would likely fall on deaf ears, the little Joker too caught up in her game. )

( A muffin is plucked from one of the far trays, held out to Michael with a smile. )

It has not gone unnoticed, my lord Jack.

[Poke, prod, rummmmmmage--aha! Half buried under the potato pantry, the dark Joker crowed in triumph and pulled the sack of apples from its new hiding place. With a grin, she extracted one, rubbed it on her sleeve and took a large, crunchy bite. Success. Declán was going to have to get more creaaaative!]

Does this mean I should ask if it's laced with arsenic? [Morbid Spade joke? Hardly. Just another day at work.]

Pfft. As if I would waste good food. The wine, however...

You have some talent at finding things, petit.

I think I'll pass on the wine then. [Said with a wink as he bites into the muffin.]

Mmmh. No complaints from me.

At least three. I think we've got a sugar problem, honestly. Either that or it's the only reasonable way to deal with angst and heartbreak.

[Well. Not the only way, but he'd just as soon Beatrix didn't take up cocktails to deal with her womanizing free love boyfriend.]

I'm completely sincere. I wouldn't go so far as to call all the Spades angelic since I've gone on a double date with the scary Ten. But anyone who helps me with breakup chocolate is sent from heaven.