"As was I, lass," Jamie called out as he continued to rummage about in the pantry. He was pretty focused on finding something that sounded appetizing. Unfortunately, he wasn't finding anything that didn't require effort and he was far too tired and achy to do just that. And then she mentioned cookies. A brow raised as he turned to look at her, intrigue evident on his features.

"So you'll poison meh and not Issy?" he asked as he sauntered in her direction from the pantry. His searching had turned up at least a half a bottle of rum though so it wasn't a total loss.

Leaning against the counter next to her, he took a swig of the room and watched her as she did whatever she had to with the cookies. "Why're you makin'em in the middle o'the night anyways?" he asked.

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