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QueasyBaking addiction was not an easy addiction to kick. So Thackery had not bothered kicking it. Instead, his dorm room quickly filled with tricks and treats that were far too heavy in sugar content and far too sloppy to properly sell. For whatever reason, the cafeteria wouldn't accept them as a gift, leaving the Cerberus back on square one. But he was innovative, and wouldn't let the small setback get him down.

He had decided to take advantage of the weekend break from classes, and was sitting behind a flimsy portable in one of the many outside common areas. The table was entirely full with messy (but delicious!) cakes, candies, pastries, and other baked bads, many of them spilling over to the ground below. He didn't seem to take any notice to the fact that several scareflies were collected around them, munching contentedly.

At the edge of the table, barely noticeable, was a small jar. The jar had something written on it in a nearly illegible scrawl, but it seemed to have something to do with minipet welfare. The sentiment was there, despite being empty.

Creating wonderfully hypothetical icing upon the whole scene was the Cerberus, happily wiggling in his chair as he sporadically announced:

"Free things, free things! Donations are okay too though, those are nice!"

After sitting outside for several hours and having next to no attention paid to his fantastical table of sugarpiles (excepting a gnome who had snatched up a handful of tiny packages and shoved them down his pants, which he preferred to not think about), Thackery had lost all hope that he would be able to bestow any of this sweet greatness upon Amityville. Piles of shockolate cakes, risky treats, and skelepoodle cookies, just waiting for death-by-scareflies. It almost broke his heart.

So when he finally heard someone inquiring about them, he bubbled over with excitement, evident in his fast-paced speech and stumbling words.

"Well, actually! You can just take what you want but I'm accepting donations for-"

He had finally poked his head over the piles on the table, and the abrupt stop had come as a result of the sight before him. It was...it was...



His fingers clenched the edges of the table so hard that it crumpled, sending a few dozen snacks tumbling to his feet.

"Iwouldbehonoredforyoutotakeallofit I THINK I HAVE SOME BAGS YOU CAN TAKE IT ALL HOME IN-" His voice came out in an ecstatic squeal, and though it seemed like he might have the intention of finding the aforementioned bags, he was frozen in place.