The Cookie Delivery Guy [Nessa]

[Mirus Hi'ija]

Centuries ago, Endelaan had been home.

He had been someone on this planet. Sa'Khan of Clan Manasseh, second-keenest warrior in a tribal culture so dedicated to the pursuit of battle and the Dark Side in equal measure that it was impossible to overlook the fact that he had fit in there. Back when he had been so dedicated to the art of lightsaber combat, before he had taken up the mantle of alchemist. It had been so long - and so many clone bodies - that he couldn't help it. He had once borne his mighty Sith sword and lightsaber in each hand, a whirling dervish of titanic destruction. It had been a good time. Now, however, Mirus was a humble businessman, making cookies for the rest of the Galaxy. And he owed someone some cookies - big time.

His shuttle landed on Endelaan and the Sith Master stepped off, breathing the air of a planet so important to his Dark Side studies, long ago. It was still fresh. Zeresh obviously hadn't messed the place up. Things were likely differnet, more developmed, more advanced - but first he'd find the queen of this world, his aunt, the wonderful [member="Nessarose deWinter"] - and he would summon her. Hell, she'd probably see the shuttle landing and realise what was going on, for Mirus made no attempt to cloak his presence here. Did this place even have a shuttle pad now? Probably. They had to make one eventually anyway.

And he had a box of cookies in his hand. Dark side cookies. The way they were meant to be. Mirai Confectionery business was booming and he wanted to share the love.

Aunt Nessa, get your butt out here, Mirus thought in her general direction. Wherever that was. I have cookies.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Cookies? COOKIES!

A single Warrior was left standing in place, wondering where the Queen he'd been training but a moment ago had vanished to, his sword still held in the air, ready to descend upon her face.

A washer woman looked up in confusion and surprise as the pile of clean laundry she'd been folding flew into the air without as much as a breeze to move them.

A Sorceress smiled softly as she realized what had happened.

And a child tried to capture the glimpse of a bare foot he saw passing by.

Nessarose deWinter, Queen of Endelaan, moved so quickly that but a few even knew she'd been there at all. And she came to a complete halt in front of one of her most favouritest cousins in the whole wide verse, one she had not seen in over four hundred years, her right hand held out, palm up.

"All your cookies are belong to me!"

[member="Mirus Hi'ija"]

 

[Mirus Hi'ija]

[member="Nessarose deWinter"]

That was basically the response Mirus had been expecting from his beloved Nessarose. Nothing had changed. How could it? It looked like she hadn't aged a day since the last time he was on Endelaan which... well, that was something, certainly, to be expected. She was eternally young. In many ways, he and his family were eternity itself. They all found ways to live on the way they always had.

"Well then," Mirus finally said, putting the deep red box in her hands. Inside was basically a taster of all the best Mirai cookies - one from all the deluxe Empress lines, so that was like six, then two chocolate chip cookies, two double chocolate chip, a white chocolate, and a cloudberry surprise. One dozen cookies in the box.

"So I make cookies for a living now," Mirus said. "Tell me how they are."

These cookies were alchemically modified to be delicious to the tastebuds of anyone who ate them; they were actually extremely high quality and delicious cookies to begin with, but they were also made so that their taste was enhanced. The alchemy was undetectable except by the most absolute alchemy masters like himself.

She'd love them.

Mirus would tell her that ther ewas an entire shipment in his vessel right after she squeed over those. Then it was hugs time.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Mirus was doing that speakie things when words were coming out of his mouth, but there was nothing he could tell Nessa to distract her attention from the importance of the cookies at hand.

She grabbed the red box and sent a gentle Force Push in his very general direction as she turned around, her greedy hands already fumbling to get it open.

"Shh, not while I'm nomming," she warned her cousin, yelping a shrikieie ah ha! as soon as the lid finally came off.

It wasn't three second before she turned back to face him, her mouth working hard on chewing. The box was empty.

"You shulve bshought moer," Nessarose said with a look of utter delight upon her face.

[member="Mirus Hi'ija"]