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We were out of cookies.

Let me repeat that, WE WERE OUT OF COOKIES!

This is an unacceptable state of affairs, especially when we had guests over. I wasn't just gonna send Bella to the store to get more cookies, cause... ew. After years of baking my own, store bought cookies are simply a crime.

So, what is any self-respecting badger gonna do when this happens? Why, make some more of course! Doesn't matter if I'm too little right now to reach the countertop, I know how to make them, and I have the recipe memorized from years of use. With a little help from mimi, I can reach the proper utensils and mixing bowls, so why not? Let's do this!

--ten minutes later--

"What... the hell... do you think you're doing???"

Oh shit... I was really hoping to have gotten a chance to at least clean up a little before Bella found out. I froze in the act of mixing the dough while mimi continued happily munching on his spoonful.

"Uh, hi Bell... Um... I can explain!"

"Oh, this aughta be good." She said, casting an eye over the awful mess we'd made on the floor of the kitchen. "Please, enlighten me."

"Well... Uh... we were out of cookies." It was the only excuse I could think of. And well, what more excuse was really needed anyway?

Bella shook her head in consternation. "Brock, chére, did you forget that you keep several batches of cookie dough frozen for just this reason? If you'd just come and asked me, I would have helped you bake some fresh ones without making all this mess!"

"Oh... yeah... I guess I forgot......" My ears drooped even further, and mimi just reached out and grabbed another spoonful of dough from the bowl and kept on munching.

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