Okay, so: she'd made several dozen cookies last night, and she had actually followed the recipes for once instead of just making things up as she went along. So they weren't, say, Surprise Cookies, but they should be edible, which ... surprise cookies sometimes weren't.

Rikku got a table and set out the cookies - some chocolate chip, some of the peanut butter kind with the fork-marks on top, and some oatmeal raisin - and pulled up a chair. And behind her, she hung the sign she had made.












See, this is why she put the note in the paper. Because she wasn't so great at signs.

She sat down and waited for people to come by. And take some cookies.


[so very, very open! harass Rikku, take some cookies, or both]