Zlaw’s Echo

“Here. Have a cookie.” She put down a tiny plate in front of him, on which was laid out a single big beautiful cookie. It was well-rounded, it smelled of chocolate and cinnamon, and other that the enormous chocolate chips which were a deep brown, it had a really nice mahogany colour. It truly looked and smelled appetising. He however leaned back in his chair and eyed it suspiciously. “Not a chance I’m ever accepting any food from you, Clara.” He looked back up at the woman who had brought the biscuit with just as much suspicion as he had looked at her baked good. “Why is that?” She had the gull to seem genuinely offended by his caution. “You mean other than the fact that you have tried to kill me four times in as many weeks?” he reminded her, assuming she would easily be able to infer the answer to her own question from that memory. She grunted, shook her head, and crossed her arms. “Come on. A poisoned cookie is not really my style,” she argued. “I’ll admit that trying to ru...