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[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[Annie is sitting at her desk, doing paperwork, with a bowl of ice cream next to her]

There's a beehive in the office. It was getting to be impossible to do paperwork in there without chance of getting stung. Which really wouldn't be good right now. Doing paperwork from hospital wouldn't be too easy....

[Sneaks a cookie out of her desk drawer and keeps working]

Comments

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I suppose having them around is better than them disappearing all together...

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Definitely loads better. ...Are those cookies?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

They are. I got bored, and made them last night after work. Want one?

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't mind one. You're doing work out here?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Well, I have to get it done, eventually, so I could have done it with the bees, waiting until the bees were gone, or done it now and gotten it done as fast as possible here. [Holds out the box of cookies]

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Now that's using your head. [takes a few cookies and starts eating one] Oh these are gorgeous!

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

I'd like to think so. [Grins] You think so? They're from one of my Gran's recipes.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

My Gran usually didn't make cookies. My Gramps loved bringing some treats for me, though.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Mine did on holidays and things, to make up for my mum not being too good at it.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Oh, my mum cooks all the time. You'd think she was trying to feed all of London.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Mums are funny like that sometimes.