Hap-py? What is? [Open, but expect slowish tagging]

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

After the holiday planet, someone's gotten a cheering up. It seems that Jaime Reyes is finally turning his bad mood around, finally recovering some from the bridge run, finally coming to terms with everything.

It's helped that he's taken time to grieve, but having taken time on the mission to just help others has helped even more.

In fact, Jaime's used his spending money for presents. Some of it for people he knows, but he also picked up stuff he could give to just anyone on the ship, and he intends to just...give them stuff to cheer up whoever needs it.

So, Meatship, there is short Latino teen going around the ship giving random people presents. Enjoy!

"Who wants cookies?"

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[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"What kind of cookies?" Danny says, poking his head out of his, Dani's, and Cujo's room.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Delicious ones? But specifically, uh, sugar cookies, gingerbread, and some chocolate chip ones."

He digs through his knapsack. "Also the peanut butter ones are pretty decent."

[bonk-you-up.livejournal.com]

Scout's food alert is going off, "Cookies?"

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"No, I lied," Jaime says with a completely straight face. "They're actually urinal cakes."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

The waterbender, who is more than happy to see Jaime in good spirits again, just wants to know one little thing.

"What are cookies?"

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"A delicious snack food you should eat."

He shoves a bag into her hands. Chocolate chip.

"Sometimes they're mass-produced by cheerful elves in hollow trees."

Okay, he's messing with people again. Good sign. He's definitely almost himself again.

[starlightace]

"Oh, cookies? What kind?!"

Nanoha's interest is immediately piqued.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"I've got...sugar cookies, gingerbread cookies, peanut butter, and chocolate chip--which are good if you eat both at the same time, by the way. Pick your sugar-filled poison," he says, rooting around in his knapsack.

[playsin-traffic.livejournal.com]

"Dude, I am totally in for cookies."

Plays sniffs the air experimentally, trying to get an idea of what of cookies Jamie may be hiding on his person, "How you been, man?"

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime just holds out the sack so he can pick and choose what kinds he wants himself.

"Been better, but also been worse. I'm not used to the deathdeathdeathdespair stuff, y'know?"

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

A pair of little blue eyes looks up at him from over her electric reader, but she doesn't move out of the tight space she's stuffed herself into on one of the fatty-meat couches.

"When did you find the time to find cookies?" she asks and raises an eyebrow.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"In between giving people other stuff. It was kind of an easy missions--at least for the people that didn't have to fight snowmen with laser eyes."

He holds out his knapsack.

"Want some?"

[greennotgold]

If there's one thing Fletcher has learned since waking up, it's that real food is in very short supply onboard the ship. But the word "cookies" gets his attention, and he pauses in his wanderings.

"Cookies?"

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Cookies. Real cookies. I got them on-world during the mission. Want some?"

He holds out the bag. "Annnd I'm thinking you're new, 'cause I haven't seen your around before. What's your name? I'm Jaime."

[theregularguy.livejournal.com]

This is Sokka. This is Sokka grabbing Jaime by the shirt and pulling him in close.

"Real food. Tell me you have real food."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"The cookies are a lie, Sokka," Jaime says faux-mournfully. "Because I'm a horrible person that enjoys getting people's hopes up for no reason."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"A cookie?" Samus hasn't had one of those... has she ever? She must have. That memory is way, way, way back there, though.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Like the dessert food--do you have cookies in space? Space-cookies...?"

As usual, he's nervous as hell around Samus and afraid to say something idiotic. But he holds out the knapsack anyway.

"Want some?"

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

Clearly, all you need to do to snag the meatship's interest is say the word 'cookies'. "Seriously? What kind you got in there?" Hunter asks.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Peanut butter, chocolate chip, sugar cookies, and gingerbread. Oh, actually, I think there's a bag of cinnamon left. But just one, Because, uh, I killed the other three bags," he admits, somewhat sheepishly.

What? His mom makes cinnamon cookies, okay. It reminded him of home.

[greenestlantern.livejournal.com]

"Cookies, huh?" A giant green hand poked its way into the bag. It connected, of course, to a smirking Green Lantern in huge boots standing a little behind Jaime.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime whips around, eyes wide. There is a debate, for a millisecond.

To hug, or not to hug? That is the question. One the one hand, it's Guy. On the other hand, it's Guy. One of the Old Guard, one of the people that had helped him take on Ted Kord's legacy. Jaime doesn't want to look like a wuss, but--

Oh, to hell with it.

He launches himself at the older hero and slams into him with a hug.

"We speak of this to no one," he remarks. "But I'm really, really glad to see you. How the heck did I miss running into you?"

[lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com]

"Where did you get those?" Even if he weren't giving them away, it would be doubtful he could resist those big wibbly eyes.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"I got these on the planet we all got sent to." He kneels and holds out his bag. "Take your pick. Whatever ones you want and you can have a couple bags of cookies, but only if you promise not to eat them all at once."

If she looks in the knapsack, she'll see there's a wrapped present in there, with her name on it, too.

[bonnypiperlad]

"Did ye say cookies?" Jamie's not sure he heard that correctly. He'll just be eyeing that bag now to see if the cookies do indeed exist.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Wookiees."

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

"You made cookies?" Brenda grins as she sneaks up, wrapping her arms around Jaime from behind before taking a cookie and munching it happily.

"It's good to see that smile again, Jaime."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Didn't make, bought--and I'm doing better. How's Paco? He's really...quiet, around me. But then we're just kinda quiet around each other. So I don't really know, uh, how he's feeling, since--you know--"

Jaime is the one person he can't tell, really.