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Once upon a time there were cookies. I know this because I could smell them all day when I was trying to pay attention to...uh...something that involved x's and y's Mr Drake was talking about. And then I go out. And when I came back? No cookies. No cookies for Layla! No strange probably French man with cookies. It's a sad day. Tomorrow there will be streaked mascara and all black in mourning. Because someone (and I'm not blaming anyone here *coughcoughMattcoughcough*) ate them all.

So for the record, when I make my own cookies? I am hoarding them. Yes. Me and the cookies will be locked in my empty suite. Because no cookies for Layla makes Layla a very very very sad monkey. Sigh!

ETA: I take that back, Layla has cookies! Viva! And these ginger snap thingums are kinda...spicy. Are they supposed to be spicy? They're awesome, just ...not what I expected.