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The Sentinel had been purchasing a number of goods. It had something planned. If it recalled correctly, this was a time of human festivities, and there was a certain tradition they would partake in: The baking and consumption of copious amounts of cookies. It had a bag full of ingredients, and some approximate cooking knowledge gathered from a few cook books. It felt it was ready to bake.
It nudged open the door to the home it shared with Knight Knight and Rogue, immediately spotting the megaton girlfriend and waving its free hand cheerfully a her.
*”Good day, Knight Knight.”









