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“You really sure you don't want the cookie, Teddy?” Quentin pleaded.
“No. I like watching my dads fight over things.” Teddy replied.
“Teddy! Just take the cookie!” Arielle yelled.
“Its fine. I will win this cookie.” Eliot said.
“Oh really? How?”
“Next round, Coldwaters.” Eliot demanded and they got ready.
Rock.
Paper.
Scissors.
Kiss?
“What the hell was that?”
“My tactic.”
“That's cheating!”
“No it is not!”
“Teddy?”
“Yeah, that was. Rematch.”
“HA!”
Teddy grabbed the cookie and ran to the other side of the yard. “Whoever gets here first, gets the cookie.”
“I'll get that fucking cookie.”
“Dare ya!”