A delicious scent waftes through the Nexus
It comes from two plates on the coffee table in front of the couch that Hormah is sitting on. One of these plates holds nicely sized circles of hard gingerbread, fresh from the oven. The other holds Swindle-shaped 'cookies' that glow softly pink and are sized more for Cybertronian hands.
"So," says the sixteen foot hybrid as she chomps on one of the latter. "Me 'n Bob have set up a Primus sanctuary here in t' Nexus. In honor 'o t' house warmin' we're after havin' cookies."
She grins and has another bite. "T'ey're LOL'd, but won't LOL ye. Anybody wants one?"
"So," says the sixteen foot hybrid as she chomps on one of the latter. "Me 'n Bob have set up a Primus sanctuary here in t' Nexus. In honor 'o t' house warmin' we're after havin' cookies."
She grins and has another bite. "T'ey're LOL'd, but won't LOL ye. Anybody wants one?"