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Story title: Cookies
Author: Amedia
Rating: PG
Characters: Glitch, DG, Raw, Cain, and the palace baker
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Glitch wants cookies.
Word Count: 262
Author's note: Prompt response ficlet.

erinm_4600 initially gave me Tin Man but no prompt! Then she offered me cookies . . .

"Mmmm. Cookies. Can I have one?" Glitch asked, reaching through the window into the palace bakery.

The palace baker smacked his hand with a floury spatula. "No, you may NOT!"

Glitch withdrew his hand, taken aback. Glancing at his friends, he gathered his courage and tried to respond with dignity. "Do you know who I am?" he asked the baker.

"Of course I know who you are!" she said, punctuating her speech by pounding dough. "You're Ambrose!" *pound* "Chief advisor to Queen Lavender Eyes!" *pound* "And notorious cookie thief!" *pound pound pound*

"Oh," said Glitch. "I guess you do."

DG chuckled. "Busted!" she crowed.

"No cookies for you," said Raw.

"I know another way," Glitch said. He turned to Cain. "Please?"

"Oh, all right," said Cain. He knocked next to the window and the baker looked up. Cain smiled at her. "May I have some cookies, please?"

"Anything for you, Blue Eyes," she said, smiling broadly. She piled several cookies onto a plate and passed them out to Cain through the window. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you, ma'am," he said with a smile.

"I think she likes you," said DG, taking a cookie.

"Not exactly," said Raw. "She is happily married. Has seven children."

"Then why . . . ?" Glitch asked.

Raw smiled. "The sooner she gives you cookies, the sooner she gets to watch you walk away."

"Ah," said DG. "I get it." The others looked at her. "She's the highest-ranking baker in the land. A true connoisseur. Of buns." She grabbed a cookie and ran.