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Scar stared at the number of cookies in front of him, blinking as he tried to comprehend how he managed to bake so many. With this batch that was coming out of the furnace, he wasn’t sure he was going to have any more counter space.
It was at that moment that he heard the sound of movement outside, prompting Scar to wheel his way to the window.
From there, he could easily see Pearl tidying up in Scarland’s mainstreet, working diligently to keep his theme park clear and free of garbage and messes.
“Pearl!” Scar called out the window, drawing her attention toward him.
She looked up and searched around herself before finally spotting him in the window, “Scar! How are you?”
“You know, doing just amazing. I’ve been baking all day, it’s been fun!”
“Oh, is that what that smell is? It’s lovely! Lots of good smells coming from inside there with you,” she grinned, making an exaggerated sniffing action which caused them both to laugh for a moment.
“Yeah! Anyway, I got a little carried away with baking,” he admitted sheepishly.
“You did?”
He nodded solemnly, “I did. Would you mind terribly if I asked you to taste test some of them with me?”
“You know I’d never say no to your cookies, Scar.”
He laughed, “I’ll be right out.”
Scar quickly gathered a shulker and loaded in the various types of cookies, knowing that this would be much easier to carry in his inventory. After a half second of hesitation, he also grabbed a spare picnic blanket and put that in his inventory as well.
Wheeling out to meet Pearl, Scar knew that the grin on his face was ridiculously large. He hadn’t really made any plans for the day, hence the ridiculous amount of cookies that he’d baked. But it was always preferable to spend time with friends.
“Right this way, right this way. There’s a good spot just over here for a picnic. So long as you don’t mind helping me stand or get back in my chair after,” Scar offered. He’d been having a very good day, mostly using his chair for comfort and ease of not worrying about knocking over crutches in the kitchen. He certainly could manage to stand up and then sit on the ground for a bit. It was just the getting back up from sitting that he was worried about.
“Don’t mind at all! A picnic sounds fantastic.”
“Good! Good, very good!”
Scar directed her to a nearby area, laying out the blanket and shulker before standing from his wheelchair. He sat and then began to lay out the different cookie options from his earlier baking. He gestured for Pearl to join him, not wanting to keep her standing and waiting.
“Pick whatever you like! Go ahead, eat as much as you want!” Scar encouraged, picking up a cookie of his own to munch on.
Pearl laughed and joined him, picking a few cookies for herself. The final plate was full of Elven Kisses, one of the main cookies that Scar had been making all season, causing her to pause and laugh lightly.
Scar swallowed the cookie he was eating and tilted his head, “What’s got you so giggly, Pearl?”
She lifted one of the Elven Kiss cookies. “Do you remember what happened the first time I ate one of these?”
Scar thought for a moment before grinning widely, “I do, I do indeed! You teleported around a bit!”
“Nearly on top of you, even!”
“That’s right!”
She laughed and bit into the cookie, taking a moment to swallow before immediately being teleported a few feet into Scar’s lap. The two stared at one another, completely surprised that the situation had happened once again. However, it did not take long for them to each burst into laughter.
“Oh my baby yoda!” Scar exclaimed through his laughter.
Pearl barely managed to get words out in between her laughter, finally choking out a question, “How does this keep happening?”
“I don’t know!”
“Elven Kisses are just throwing me at you. Every time,” she grinned, her laughter clearing up a bit.
Scar pouted in such an exaggerated manner that it was comical, “What, you don’t want my Elven kisses? Just the cookie ones?”
“Why? Are you offering?” Pear teased back.
Scar blinked, then grinned, “Why, I suppose I am! Are you in the mood for some Elven kisses, Pearl?”
She laughed, freely and loudly, “Sure. Elven kisses sound wonderful, Scar.”
He laughed, “Well, you are about to get them directly from an elf!”
“True! Now why don’t you give me one?” she prompted.
Scar smiled and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Pearl’s lips.
Pearl kissed him back almost immediately, both of them eventually falling into giggles and short kisses. They exchanged quick kisses back and forth for a while before Scar tapped on Pearl’s leg lightly.
“I think it may be a good idea, my dear cleaning lady, if we gave my legs a little break.”
“Oh, of course!” she nodded, lifting herself off of Scar’s lap and sitting down right next to him. “Everything good, my friend?”
“Just peachy!” he affirmed. “I just don’t want to overwork myself today and hate it tomorrow.”
“Ah, smart man!” Pearl agreed, smacking a kiss against his cheek.
Scar grinned and leaned to kiss her cheek as well. He then tilted his head back and hummed, watching the clouds go by.
“I think that one looks like a mushroom,” Pearl pointed out from beside him.
Scar tilted his head and laughed, “I can see it! Oh, that one looks like Xisuma’s mask!”
“And that one is Ren’s glasses.”
They both continued pointing out clouds, eventually laying down on their backs and enjoying each other’s company. Shoulder to shoulder, the two relaxed and talked back and forth until the sun went down, forcing them to move their conversation inside, where it continued into the late hours of the night.
Impulse was confused as to why they were both exhausted the next day when he came in for word at Scarland, but Pearl just handed him a cookie.