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Cookie takes Carmen under her tutelage, she deserves that and so much more from the old lady, after everything that recently transpired. Cookie vows to do right by Carmen this time. There are talks and walks, and life lessons shared. There’s also the fair share of criticisms.
“You know little miss, you could stand to be more evasive with your thievery. You got the job done, yes, but with too much room for error.” Cookie bluntly states, her back turned preparing two cups of coffee.
“Hey, my thieving skills are great. You try pulling that off without actually sleeping for six days..” Carmen, who’s still a bit battered, wearily defends her craft.
“You ever steal the Grand Canyon?” Cookie counters, handing Carmen her warm mug.
“.....no.” Carmen hesitantly replies, pondering how one steals a hole in the ground. Then the one-sided banter rolls.
“The Sphinx?”
“No.”
“Mona Lisa’s smile?
“No.”
“The International Date Line?”
“No! How do you even do that...?!” Brain racked, Carmen is practically laying all the way across the table, slacked jawed.
Cookie is just there like she’s the cat that ate the canary.
“Come along, young lady. We have some studying to do. Nothing too exerting, though... oh, and you still have my coat and hat, I presume?” Cookie strolling away, Carmen in tow.
“Yeah, I have them.”
“Excellent.”
Cookie has a lot to make up for in the long run, but this is a start.