Fade to Tornado/slew’s kitchen.

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TW:  I’ve been so good, eating all these salads, I think I’ll make some brownies for the DM to show I love him and salads are not the only food we eat.

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CR (on the phone to MM):  I need you, bring pssst to me immediately, use the tunnel

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MM:  Yes mistress, I must obey!  But what are you�??

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CR:  Never you mind, just do it!

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Cut back to Slew’s kitchen

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TW:  Dadadadasnapsnap, dadadadasnapsnap, boy that sure is catchy when you have had a nice relaxing day off.

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I will use real baking chocolate for this batch, they are yummier that way!

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CR: [great Max, just in time with the ExLax.  That’ll teach her to lounge around watching Nancy Grace when I want to be waited upon!]

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MM:  I had trouble getting here, I kept tripping over my tights, they now resemble a grass skirt, but I haven’t found a new pair, mistress.

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An hour later�?/P>

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TW:  Boy, these brownies smell so good and the DM isn’t home yet.  I’ll just have one�?Two won’t hurt.  They go so well with red wine.

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DM:  TW, why is there a brownie pan with crumbs in it in the sink?

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TW:  Oh, um, I made some for the neighbors for their churchy bake sale.  I thought they would not catch me in compromising positions if I bribed them. (ut ohs, I hope he doesn’t realize I ate them all)

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I don’t think we need to tell more of this story, let’s just say that TW ran a whole lot more at work the next day.