33 Apocalypse Ave - Tuesday

[crazypilotman]

This would make it final, wouldn't it? Afterwards his leaving would set in stone. No going back, no last minute changes

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[veryverypopular]

Glinda was coming back from a jog around the preserve when she passed the kitchen, and then stuck her head in.

"...did you bake cookies?"

Not that she didn't think he could; Murdock just had never struck her as the domestic type.

[crazypilotman]

He grinned. "Yah, I did. You wanna try one? I made a couple of moddable types."

[veryverypopular]

"Certainly!" She picked up an oatmeal raisin one, because it seemed like the healthiest kind to eat after exercising. After a bite, she said, "This is very, very good. Thank you, Murdock."

[crazypilotman]

"No prob," he smiled. "Uh, hey...if you got a minute, can I talk to you about something?"

[nofishinmypond]

Today had been a television day, instead of a fishing day. Eventually Jack headed down to the kitchen to scrounge for food. He snagged a cookie without asking and peered at the file from over Murdock's shoulder. "Bit late for taxes, isn't it?"

[crazypilotman]

Cookies were meant to be eaten, so Murdock didn't mind. "Not taxes, just all the house paperwork. Makin' sure it's like all there and such."

[nofishinmypond]

"Is there some... special occasion? Or do you just like the feel of legal documents against your skin?"

...Jack considered that. It sounded kinky.

[crazypilotman]

"I've never thought of any documents in that way," he replied matter-of-factly. Hrm, maybe he should? It was a thought. "But no, actually, I'm turning the house over to Glinda."