DISCLAIMER: If I owned Arrow, Oliver Queen or any of the stories or characters in this universe, the entire thing would be about a man that makes decent life choices and and much more lighting on half naked men. I'm sorry if that seems shallow, but it's true.

The thing Oliver Queen likes best about Big Belly Burger is the lack of celebrity status treatment he gets when he's there. Team Arrow (not that they call it that) has become well known as regulars, so they aren't completely ignored, but saying "Hi, how are you?" are the most attention they get from anyone not on staff.

So it's a little odd when he catches Dig watching an exchange at the counter with obvious interest. Dig and Carly have been over for ages, so Oliver knows it's not that part of the equation, though Carly is talking to a Girl Scout and a young woman before she smiles and points out their table.

The girl and the woman standing with the Girl Scout turn and upon recognizing them, the Girl Scout beams and comes over, a piece of paper in her hand.

"Girl from AJ's class," Diggle explains quickly, before greeting the girl with a warm tone. "Hey, McKayla!"

"Hi, Mr. Diggle! Ms. Diggle said you might like to buy some cookies."

"Oh! Is it that time, already?" Felicity pipes up next to him, eyes bright.

"Well, she's right," Dig confirms holding his hand out for the order form. "I love my Tagalongs." He and Felicity huddle together for a moment, conversing over their respective orders, before John looks up. "What about you, Oliver? You want any?"

All eyes swing to him and feeling strangely on the spot, Oliver shifts before confessing, "I've never actually had any Girl Scout cookies before."

Their reactions are instantaneous. Dig looks taken aback, Felicity's jaw drops and the two incredulous expressions from the girl and her minder are weighing heavily.

"Get out," Felicity says at the same time the other female responds with, "Shut-up!"

The gazes turn on the woman, who colors, catching herself, hand flying to her mouth. She turns to the Girl Scout abruptly. "You didn't hear that," she states.

McKayla simply smiles, the picture of innocence, and holds out and expectant hand to the woman. Her smile turns smug when she's rewarded with a dollar. Suitably satisfied, McKayla turns to Oliver. "Did you want to buy any, Sir?" she asks.

"Thin Mints are the most common," the woman states casually.

Felicity nods in agreement, blonde ponytail bobbing. "I love the Thin Mints."

"They're pretty good, man," Dig says.

In the end, Oliver decides to get a box of each, oddly curious about the highly lauded treats. And, as Felicity points out later, the money goes for a great cause.

He gets a phone call from Dig a few weeks later, announcing that McKayla had just dropped off his cookies, as a heads-up.

Felicity, who'd been nearby at the office, during the call, does an adorable little shimmy of joy. "Yay!"

So, he's a little confused when he gets a call from a number he doesn't recognize, hours later, informing him of some bad news: McKayla's at the hospital because of a car wreck. The woman on the other end sounds tired and frustrated.

"Is everyone alright?" Oliver asks sincerely.

"My sister and McKayla are both being kept overnight for concussion checks," she tells him. "I'm staying for a little while to make sure they're both settled, but Kay's been pitching a fit about delivering the cookies on time, so I'll be dropping them off this evening." She sighs heavily and then continues in a matter-of-fact manner. "So, where's good for you? Since it'll be later, I figure you won't be at your office?"

"No," Oliver acknowledges. "I won't." After a second of deliberation he offers, "Why don't you drop them off for me at Verdant?"

"That club in the Glades? That's yours?"

"Yes; it is."

"Okay," the female agrees. "Shall we say nine'o'clock? I've got some more deliveries and that should be my last stop….or will you be open then?" she asks hesitantly.

Since his managers (first Tommy, and now Thea) typically have all things involving Verdant well in hand, he's unused to viewing the club as anything other than a cover for his evening work. And so Oliver finds a slight amount of humor in being asked something as simple as his club's operating hours. He allows himself a small smile and the amusement to be heard in his voice as he replies with, "Verdant will be open then."

Which of course, he promptly forgets all about when one of Felicity's scans alerts to a ring of drug dealers they've been trying to get the drop on (Dig refused to play up to the black stereotype again and so they've been in a waiting period) while they were still at the office. Cue leaving QC early and not only dealing with the drug ring, but a patrol of both the docks at the harbor and a lower middle class suburb. (As it's been pointed out, the Arrow shouldn't be patrolling just one area of the city, if he doesn't intend to fail it.) It's only when he returns to Verdant for a brief reprieve and update that he remembers his promise to the woman on the phone, as he lands on the roof of his club.

He hears the voice before he sees her, the young woman with McKayla, staring down his doorman with a plastic sack of boxes clutched closely to her chest. "No offense, but you and I both know I'm not rocking the club-look, and if you think I'm giving up my only currency at the front door, you need your head examined."

Oliver curses to himself. He'd forgotten to get her name to the bouncer, and he can't very well drop down as the Arrow and okay her entrance as the boss.

By a miraculous stroke of luck, Demanuel joins them outside, from whatever he'd been doing indoors. "What's goin' on?"

"Cookie delivery," the woman insists, before the other bouncer can open his mouth. "But I've been trying to explain these only go in the hands of the person who ordered them. He just won't let me in to deliver."

"Ain't you a little old to be a Girl Scout?" Demanuel asks warily. He jerks his chin at the sack. "Who ordered 'em?"

"Oliver Queen ordered them from my niece, who is in the hospital from a car wreck," she spits out, glaring at the men.

After a full second, Demanuel cocks his head before his eyes fly to overhead for the briefest of moments.

Oliver stays perfectly still in the shadows that the night affords him.

"You sell any to Dig?" the young man asks casually.

She pauses. "You mean Mr. Diggle?" At the sharp nod she gets, she nods quickly as well. "Yeah. He got Tagalongs and Thin Mints 'cause McKayla's in his nephew's class at school…he was with Mr. Queen that day in Big Belly!"

Demanuel turns to his fellow Bouncer. "She's good, man. I'll take her to Little Queen."

At the other man's acceptance, Demanuel leads the young woman and her package into the club.

It takes two more nights until Oliver finally gets an opportunity to open a box with a glass of milk that Dig and Felicity insist on. At first bite, he resolves that Demanuel is either due for a bonus or a raise for being an excellent doorman. Since Oliver knows he won't eat more than one or two of each flavor, he idly wonders if the Bouncer will accept cookies as payment….

A/N: This originally was meant to highlight McKayla's aunt, but as you can see, it became a Demanuel piece, which I am so thankful for. I've been dying for him to come back and halfway into this narrative, he finally reappeared! I hope you're as pleased as I am to see his return!

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