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Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist,

Fred stopped a moment as she thought about it. She might have looked a little sad, as if she had done something wrong.

"I don't have to if you don't like it. I like food." She shrugged slightly as she continued in and over to him. "I could probably eat you under the table." She didn't get how that might sound; she just smiled, setting the goodies on the counter beside him. She also set her by now familiar pager, but she set the phone beside it, not saying anything. Not yet.

"I got this one for you." It was probably close to something he liked very much. She had a brain for these things. "Also this." The drink wasn't Red Bull, but it was again probably something she'd seen him drink a good bit. The cookies were warm and smelled homemade, which was really all Fred usually looked for in a cookie.