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Vaggie was awoken from her slumber by the smell of something baking, which wouldn't have been too bad if it wasn't 3AM. It had to be some kind of deliciously scented trap, because she couldn't picture any of their current residents as midnight chefs, so spear in hand, she quietly crept downstairs.
What, or rather who, she found was Alastor, humming away as he cleaned up the mess he'd made, with only the glow of the oven filled with tray after tray of cookies to illuminate him.
"Qué carajo..." She muttered under her breath, loosening her grip on her spear.
"Ah, Vaggie, dear, you're just in time! Would you like to taste test? I'm not all that familiar with sweets, so I'd like to make sure they came out alright before I present them at breakfast and risk ruining my perfect reputation, haha!"
Vaggie simply blinked at him, took in the sight of his pink apron and matching set of oven gloves.
Alastor bent down to get on her level, waved a hand in front of her face, "Hello? Not sleep walking, I hope?"
"Why are you baking?" Vaggie demanded, slapping the offending hand away.
Alastor brushed it off with a chuckle, turning back towards the oven, "Because the mood struck, of course!"
"Uh huh, and what kind of weird magic did you use to make the scent reach all the way to the top floor?"
"None at all, just a really good recipe, if I do say so myself." Alastor answered, placing the tray down on the counter. He began transferring the cookies to a cooling rack, except for one, which he held out to the fallen angel, "Well?"
Vaggie squinted at it suspiciously and slowly took it from his hand. It was the size of her palm, almost too warm, but smelled absolutely heavenly. It was chocolate chip too, the best kind. She brought it to her nose and gave it a tentative sniff, drawing on her leftover angelic senses to try and find something there that shouldn't be.
Much to her surprise, and relief, there was nothing. No poison, no glass, no human blood or bits. Just a perfectly normal cookie.
She took a bite.
"Oh my God."
Alastor mirrored her, taking a bite of one of the cookies. He made a face, "You're right, these are horrible."
"No, it's amazing." Vaggie insisted, pouring every ounce of sincerity into her tone as she could muster. She shoved the rest of the treat into her mouth to prove her point, then grabbed another one, "Seriously."
Alastor's smile softened at that, and for just a moment Vaggie could see past the cold, sadistic serial killer he'd become. "Thank you, my dear, and good night, I hope you sleep well."
Vaggie smiled back, "You too, Al."
She snatched a third cookie on her way out, for good luck.