fandomtownies | JGoB, Tuesday afternoon

"They're groundhogs," the baker was explaining, pointing at the highly stylized decorated cookies in the case. "With shadows. See? Like the one in Pennsylvania. He saw his shadow this morning. 6 more weeks of winter."

"If you say so," Stark said. He'd heard about Groundhog Day but it still didn't make any sense. "I'll take a box." He could always share extra cookies later.

"Yeah, it's weird." The baker nodded. "But made for fun decorating, you know? I think I killed it on those shadows."

"They're very nice," Stark assured her.

"Taste good too," she added brightly.

"I'm sure. Everything here does."

"How else would we get you to come back so often? You want a drink too?"

After he paid for the cookies and a tea, Stark found a seat near the door. The decorations on the cookies were, he had to admit, very well done. And they did taste good.

[Extremely open for any baked good or alien needs you may have! Might as well take advantage of my snow day and attempt to play more during the day, right?]