Trooper Station, Monday, November 16, 2020

[grenadesandohana]

Steve was so excited to have thumbs again that it was a little ridiculous.

The Troopers were glad to have allll of their fingers back so they could flip him off behind his back after an hour and a half of rock climbing because sometimes, according to Steve, you needed to know how to rock climb to solve crimes.

Calvin was calling BS on that.

The Trooper Station was open! And with all of their appendages!

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[hatesparadise]

Danny put a large tupperware of homemade cookies down to keep them from murdering Steve once he arrived. Because he cared for your safety and well being, Steven.

"You're going to get shanked. Again." He could joke about it now. It'd been years.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve snorted. "I'm not in prison now, Daniel."

[hatesparadise]

"Uh huh." Danny was gonna keep bribing the troopers, though.

Who were descending on that tupperware like a plague of locust.

[grenadesandohana]

Anything to stop them from chucking Steve off the Rocky Bits.

"Are those healthy?" he asked.

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"They're cookies." Like Steve hadn't eaten half of them while they were supposed to be cooling.

[grenadesandohana]

The broken ones that he'd broken so the calories fell out! It was a real thing that Doris had lied to him about!

"So...no," Steve said. "These aren't my Santa Christmas cookies, are they?"

They're not all for you, Steven.

[hatesparadise]

"I haven't decided on what those will be this year, Steven." Also, he apparently had to make a batch for Verity and Liam's mice.

[grenadesandohana]

"Because I'll fight these guys for them if so," Steve said.

[hatesparadise]

"Do not fight the troopers, Steven." He didn't have the energy to deal with that. Not after being a pony.

[grenadesandohana]

"Just Ralph," Steve said. "To make a point."

The point: these were his cookies. His.

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"I will take the cookies and then no one gets cookies," Danny warned.

[grenadesandohana]

Several Troopers gasped. "He's bluffing," Steve decided.

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"Fine. Anyone who fights, doesn't get cookies." Stick and carrot, you see.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve shot him a sour look, then snagged a cookie. "Fine, Mom."

[hatesparadise]

The burn was in comparing him to Doris. Which was uncalled for.

"I'm just keeping the peace here."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve's retort was full of cookies.

[hatesparadise]

"You've never looked more handsome than you do right now," Danny said in the driest deadpan he possibly could.

[grenadesandohana]

"Thank you, Daniel," Steve said, swallowing.

[hatesparadise]

Was there another tally being made on a bingo card by the troopers with that? Yes.

"Glad to see you no longer have a spike on your head."

[grenadesandohana]

"That spike on my head gave me magical powers!" Steve said. "I could throw a knife with my brain!"

Guess what he did most of the weekend, Danny. Guess.

[hatesparadise]

"I'm sorry, what?"

[grenadesandohana]

"I can't do it any more," Steve said, like that would make it better.

[hatesparadise]

"That doesn't make me feel better somehow!"

[grenadesandohana]

"But I was really good at it," Steve said. "I would've been a pony not to mess with."

Because that, of course, had been Steve's top priority. Protecting others.

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"You know what, I'm not even surprised by it," Danny sighed, taking a cookie for himself.