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assuage: to appease

This was her fourth batch of blueberry muffins and they still tasted like failure. Well, M'gann supposed it was failure because according to Artemis, blueberry muffins weren't supposed to taste like ashes.

"Oh," she said heavily, dropping the oven mitts. "Maybe…maybe this recipe isn't right. Maybe I'm doing something wrong, I don't know…sorry, Artemis—"

Artemis waved a hand carelessly and smiled. Her warm gray eyes rose to meet M'gann's own, and M'gann felt herself involuntarily blush in shame. "They're fine, Megs."

"No, no they're not!" M'gann moaned and telepathically threw the mixing bowls into the sink with a loud clatter. "They're terrible and I'm terrible at this and we're out of blueberries again and—"

She was interrupted by Artemis hopping from her stool and reaching for the tray, dumping it upside-down to make a pile of misshapen blueberry lumps. She crammed some of them in her sweatshirt pockets, held a few more in one hand, and shoved the rest across the table to M'gann. M'gann telepathically picked the muffins up, hesitantly levitating them in the air next to their shoulders.

"—and baked goods make great ammunition," Artemis finished with the best kind of sparkle to her eyes; conspiratorial, sisterly. "The boys are busy training, right? They'll never see us coming."

She extended a crumb-coated hand in invitation.

M'gann grinned and took it. "Let's go."