[Next time Wendy goes to her locker, there's a small paper-wrapped package hanging there haphazardly with a note attached. It reads:]
Sorry again for the other day, I didn't mean to shout at you. But we need to stop meeting like that. I made these, I checked myself and they ARE edible. IDC if you choose to throw them out or whatever though.
Feel better or something (???)
- Steph
[Inside the homemade parcel is a modest amount of sugar cookies. They're lumpy, and a little bland, but Steph was right that they're edible. A simple, sugary peace offering.]
August 2nd / locker note
Sorry again for the other day, I didn't mean to shout at you. But we need to stop meeting like that. I made these, I checked myself and they ARE edible. IDC if you choose to throw them out or whatever though.
Feel better or something (???)
- Steph
[Inside the homemade parcel is a modest amount of sugar cookies. They're lumpy, and a little bland, but Steph was right that they're edible. A simple, sugary peace offering.]