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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

This place might change that now and then.

Talking. I'm making sure you're okay. Attacking you wasn't personal.

I know it wasn't. We're good.

I'm not okay. But talking isn't going to fix that either.

Good thing I'm not trying to fix it, then :)

I made chocolate chip cookies this morning. Would you like some?

There might not be any hard feelings and thus no punching or stabbing in the foreseeable future, but did you really expect me to accept baked goods?

Why wouldn't you accept them?

Because we're not friends?

That doesn't mean you can't accept free cookies, Rosita.

It means I don't want to test our brand new truce right out of the gates.

You really think I'd poison you with cookies? What a waste of baked goods that would be.

If you would, now we never have to know.

Suit yourself! A little excitement is the spice of life.