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"I can't believe none if you tried the coffee," Danny grumbled as he fished out the Kona that Steve had already brought to the station.

The troopers? Still untrusting of anything provided by one Steve McGarrett.

"Fine, more for me."

It was a pretty normal day in the office, all things considered.

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"Hey, Danny," Steve said, putting a bran muffin down on his desk.

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"...what is this?" EXPLAIN YOURSELF, STEVEN.

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"A breakfast that's good for you," Steve replied. "I figured you didn't want a wheatgrass smoothie."

Because Danny was a sane person, yes.

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"Very good job on that one, but why did you pick a bran muffin?" He wasn't that old, Steve.

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"Everything else was covered in sugar," Steve said.

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"Which I enjoy!" Let him liiiive.

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Never!

"Not with all the cookies heading our way."

Steve, don't be this guy.

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What about the eggnog faucets? What then?

"The cookies I'm making!"

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"I saw the butter in the fridge," Steve said dryly.

The non-coffee butter.

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"You cannot bake without butter!" Danny insisted. "It's foundational."

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"Unless you're making vegan cookies," Steve said.

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"Are you offering vegan cookies to people in my name, Steven?"

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"I'm not offering anyone your cookies, Daniel," Steve said.

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"You better not be," Danny warned with a huff, picking at the offensive muffin.

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"Your cookies are just for me," he said with an eyebrow waggle.

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Danny snorted and shook his head. "Do not."

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"Your cookies bring all the boys to the yard."

Steve, stop.

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"You're just mad it does that," Danny shot back, tossing a pen at him.

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"Mine could too," Steve said.

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Danny leaned to the side to give him a once over. "Eh."

DANIEL WILLIAMS.

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"I'll take back my bran muffin," Steve threatened.

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"Gladly," Danny replied with a grin.

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"See if I ever do something nice for you again," Steve grumbled, taking a bite from the muffin.

SO THERE, DANNY. SO. THERE.

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"Oh, don't be a big baby about it," Danny replied. "Maybe if I had some sugar, I'd be nicer."

See? He needed the donuts to function.

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"There's plenty of sugar in the muffin," Steve said.

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“Detective Williams,” Watts greeted as he came in. There was no handy Trooper helmet to rest his hat on, so onto the fire hydrant attached to the wall it went.

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"Boss," Danny said with a nod and only a vague glance at the hat situation there.

Maybe they needed a coat rack for the place.

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The coat rack would absolutely be ignored in favour of fire hydrants, lamps, even doorknobs. That was just how he rolled.

He fixed himself a cup of coffee (might as well take advantage before it ran out and they were back to the station’s unremarkable-on—a-good-day brew) and then perched himself on the edge of a desk near Danny’s.

“I don’t know if McGarrett’s had the chance to mention it,” he said. “But Steven and I will be hosting a Hanukkah party in December- the 19th.”

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"Oh, he mentioned it," Danny replied. "In the same breath as disparaging my cooking."

That was because Steve didn't want to die of a heart attack from all the fatty food.

"Thank you for the invitation. Do we need to bring anything?"

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“Only your appetite,” Watts said. “As the food is- something of a focal point of the party.”

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"That's why I asked," Danny replied. Also because he was raised to never go to a party empty-handed.

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“Ah,” Watts nodded. “I can- check with Steven?” he asked.

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Danny nodded in acceptance of that. "Just wait until it's cookie making time. I get a helper that's enthusiastic about it this year so there will be a lot gettin' left here."

Thanks, Charlie.

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“I do enjoy cookies,” case in point, the cookie he pulled out of one jacket pocket to nibble on. “Though I am, ah. Mostly. Vegan. These days.”

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"Vegan?" Yeah, but butter was so good!

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Nothing wrong with margarine! … Unless you were the Canadian government in Watts’s time. Then that stuff was illegal.

Watts nodded. “I am, admittedly, not always the most strict about it,” he said. “But- most of the time.” Honestly cookies left around the station would probably still get eaten. Because cookies. He’d just have to be careful about stashing anything in his pockets for later.

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Also gross. Gross.

"So, still good to leave out cookies here? Because this is important to keep Steve from eating them all."

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But who didn't love squeezing the food colouring through the margarine bag? Good times!

"Oh, absolutely," Watts nodded. "I suppose we all most do our part."