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[vdova]

[ Miss Romanoff has a peculiar expression on her face, holding an empty box of Waitress So So's upside down, shaking it slightly. She looks almost... calm.

Too calm. ] I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for Twinkles, I can tell you I don't have any. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you buy me more snack cakes, that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don’t, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you.

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[vdova]

[ She pauses for a second, and then smiles, nodding. ] I didn't know you could bake. [ It's a tacit acceptance of his second offer. ]

[stretchy_pants]

Yeah... Guess it's kind of a hobby I picked up along the way. [he's had to fend for himself most of his life and has acquired an eclectic palate over the years. plus it's fun and takes his mind off of other things.]

Any preferences?

[vdova]

Hm. I like chocolate. Brownies?