[While he does that, Clover pops the cookie tray in the oven, sets the timer, takes her bowl of batter and the spoon, and sits right down in the recently-deposited chair. It didn't actually come from this room, she totally stole it from somewhere down the hall.]
It's gonna be, like, ten minutes. [The timer says eleven. In the meantime, Clover's going to be eating the remaining cookie dough.]
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It's gonna be, like, ten minutes. [The timer says eleven. In the meantime, Clover's going to be eating the remaining cookie dough.]