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Burnt cookies were a rare thing back home. There weren't many people my brother knew who had an interest in baking, or many that forgot about the ones they'd left in the oven. On the station, though, there were a few people who were still learning how to cook... and a few that were willing to make charcoal cookies just for me.

It was a lot nicer than Nieve sometimes.

Jade had made us a batch and left the basket at my brother's door. When we got home, Ladon picked the basket up and told me it was from Jade.

"Did she write something?" I asked. My brother wasn't that good at reading, but he was still better than I was.

"Yeah," Ladon answered, then shrugged. He unlocked his apartment door and held it open for me. "Think it says somethin' 'bout burnin' these for you."

I took the basket from him before heading into the apartment we'd shared since I'd showed back up on the station. My brother closed the door and, like usual, started peeling off his gloves and hat with a tired sigh. I headed over towards the kitchen and started to peel off the yellow and green paper that Jade had wrapped the cookies in.

"Hey hey," my brother yelled. "Take your coat off first, kiddo."

"But I want a cookie," I said... or tried to. I already had a burnt sugar cookie in my mouth, so it came out as "buh uh wah a coogie."

My brother groaned to himself and followed me into the kitchen, turned me around by the shoulders and started unbuttoning my coat. "You're gonna get crumbs all over your coat."

"You sound like Mom," I said around a mouthful of cookie charcoal. "I'm not an eggbaby, you know."

"Eggbabies ain't got the patience to take their coats off 'fore they get into the cookies, yeah?" Ladon helped me out of my coat and and just glared at him around my cookie.

He folded the coat over his arm, then reached into the basket and swiped a couple burnt cookies.

"Hey! Those're mine!"

"Handlin' fee," Ladon replied. He headed out of the room, ignoring my pout and already biting into his burnt gingersnap spoils.