[Then, more like seven minutes later, Connor comes waltzing into Dave's apartment with a bag full of shit. Does he have a key? Did he pick the lock? Unclear, because it's Connor. He sets the bag down on the counter.]
Hey. Move away from the oven, schnickelfritz.
[Not that it'll actually matter to Dave that Connor turns the oven on to preheat. He's a ruby. The heat doesn't matter to him. Without pause, Connor pulls a bowl out of the bag and dumps the contents of a mason jar into it. Then he dumps the contents of a smaller mason jar in and starts stirring.
Sometimes, because of weird personal reasons, you just keep cookie mix at hand.]
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[Then, more like seven minutes later, Connor comes waltzing into Dave's apartment with a bag full of shit. Does he have a key? Did he pick the lock? Unclear, because it's Connor. He sets the bag down on the counter.]
Hey. Move away from the oven, schnickelfritz.
[Not that it'll actually matter to Dave that Connor turns the oven on to preheat. He's a ruby. The heat doesn't matter to him. Without pause, Connor pulls a bowl out of the bag and dumps the contents of a mason jar into it. Then he dumps the contents of a smaller mason jar in and starts stirring.
Sometimes, because of weird personal reasons, you just keep cookie mix at hand.]