[As a skilled detective with divination magic at his disposal, it's not too difficult for L to figure out just which Marie sent the cookies, and he goes about returning the favor almost dutifully.
It would be rude not to, after all.
The next day (late, but not so much as to be absurd), she'll find an answering plate of fried disks on her doorstep. They are practically raw in the center with a runny apple filling, and burnt on the outside. For some reason, the recipe for something intended to be sweet seems to include pepper.
They are truly awful.
The attached note is brief, but sincere enough.]
Thank you for the cookies. Please accept and enjoy these apple latkes as a token of my appreciation.
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It would be rude not to, after all.
The next day (late, but not so much as to be absurd), she'll find an answering plate of fried disks on her doorstep. They are practically raw in the center with a runny apple filling, and burnt on the outside. For some reason, the recipe for something intended to be sweet seems to include pepper.
They are truly awful.
The attached note is brief, but sincere enough.]
Thank you for the cookies. Please accept and enjoy these apple latkes as a token of my appreciation.
I hope that we can become friends, too.
-Linden Tailor