[Spy has failed as a member of RED, as a Spy, as a member of society in general. He's feeling worthless and humble and miserable and in an effort to both cheer himself up and make amends to everyone he's ever wronged he has made muffins for the residents of Paradise. That means you BLU Sniper, RED Spy, RED Sniper and anyone else he happens to cross
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Somehow, he wasn't surprised to find Spy there instead when he rounded the corner. That made sense, too.]
Been busy, I see.
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Oh hello. I have made you some muffins. To apologize for my foul behavior.
[He gestured to the counter.]
I did not know what you enjoyed so I made several.
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[He raised an eyebrow. It wasn't unusual for Spy to want to cook, nor was it a surprise he'd made Sniper food; however, the foul behavior was new, unless he meant something years back.]
What for, again?
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For being a terrible Spy and a poor teammate. I zhought perhaps I could start to make amends.
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He can smell the scent of fresh muffins in the air and wonders when they got a bakery.]
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Bonjour. I see you are busy so I will not keep you. I zhought perhaps you may enjoy some breakfast?
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As long as you are not propositioning me, I would not mind one..
[He may or may not have used the "I'm sad, let's have sex" ploy before, though it was a little more elaborate in action.]
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[He too has used that as well. But he's not really feeling it right now.]
You may have as many as you wish.
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[She blinks, one of her furry ears twitching, and then smiles when she realizes who he is. The kind person who was concerned! Tail has started to wag.]
I spoke with you the other day.
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[He smiled pleasantly and walked up to the porch, handing over a covered basket full of various kinds of muffins.]
Are you having a pleasant day?
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Spy.
What are you doin' on my porch an' .... Are those muffins?
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[He trailed off, realizing he was just rambling. The basket of muffins he set on the porch railing, backing away.]
Oui. Cranberry and pumpkin spice. I zhought eet would be nice since we are not enemies een zhis place.
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*Well now he's too confused to even be angry, unsure what the hell is wrong with Spy.*
Are you feelin' alroight?
*Tipsy waddles out to paw at the basket of muffins and BLU picks it up if for no other reason than to keep her from eating one and finding out they're poisoned.*
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Hence all zhe cooking I have done.
[He beams at Sniper when he picks up the basket, thrilled that he's accepting his gift.]
I certainly hope you enjoy zhe rest of your day.
[And away he goes to spread humble cheer and muffins throughout the land.]
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