[ falco's mind works to contain an explosive amount of hope. it wouldn't be easy, he's certain that if it's protected by day it should very well be at night, too, usually most things of value are— he starts by hastily shrugging off his own spring sweater just as quick as their act, puts it where he needs to, and replies: ]
I'll get the cookies! [ cookies......... a child's best friend. ] I have an idea—
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I'll get the cookies! [ cookies......... a child's best friend. ] I have an idea—