This is the first in a series of drabbles about Max and her love for cookies. Different styles, focuses, and the like.


Crunchy, yet with a delicious gooey inside that got all over her hands, face, and shirt.

Of course she would love them; they were one of the few beautiful things in her world.

Oblivious to the world while she had them, it was as though they were a new kind of Valium.

Killing machine she might be, but even mutants have a weakness.

Infinite pans was her dream, perhaps she could bribe Iggy to constantly cook them for her.

Even though there were worlds of recipes out there, she would still love her mother's homemade cookies.


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