March 14, Spring, year 20

Sold more to Van yesterday. It's hard work getting things from the mines and the excavation site, but having the money sure makes up for it. Haven't rescued any more Sprites though, and I really don't know how I'm going to either. I kinda wish I had more of a hint than 'Achieve your goals.' Talk about ambiguous…

I finished patching the grass last week, and it actually looks pretty good. But I haven't been able to figure out what to do since then, so I've been going to the excavation site every day. I know I should start planting crops, but gathering jewelry is more profitable!

…? Someone's here this late at night?

Claire hadn't expected there to be a knock at her door at just past eleven. She'd only just gotten home after all, and there wasn't normally anyone up this late. And she hadn't seen Skye around recently, with him it was out of sight out of mind.

Curious, she abandoned her journal writing and went to investigate.

She peered out the window, but there was no one there. Annoyed she turned to go back inside when a flicker of light off of cellophane caught her attention. Interest sparked she opened the door crouching down to see what it could be.

There on her doorstep was a package of cookies. Simple ones, with no note, and despite her glances around, she couldn't tell who it might've been by the depressions in the grass.

"Weird," she murmured, bending down and retrieving them. "I already got the ones from the guys.. So who could have left these?"

This time it was Skye's turn to peer around the corner of the house as she shrugged, and went back indoors, taking the cookies with her. He smiled a little in amusement and sauntered on his way.

He wasn't sure why he'd wanted to give the little blonde some cookies in celebration of a rather archaic holiday, but he liked to see her thrown off her guard. It was rather… cute.

Cookies? I already got the cookies from Uncle Carter, and some from Griffin. So who in the world could have given me cookies? And why do a ding-dong-ditch? Figuratively speaking at least.

I wonder if it was the thief… Skye, that's right! But why would a thief give me cookies? I haven't been by the pond at all. Excavating leaves me way to tired to do anything other than sleep when I get home!

Argh, it's going to bother me until I find out. Okay, tomorrow Puppy and I will go down to the Goddess Pond and meet the thief again. I'll get an answer out of him, curse it!

…Wow, these cookies are really good!