"I got the forms for the Nunkies cookies." said Lisa, coming into the living room of the Comfy Cottage. "We've got the chocolate fudge and everything. Morgaine, do you want to get started baking them with me?"

"Sure." The teenager jumped up.

"By the way, I found out something, from my Cousinly connections," said Lisa. It turns out the Nunkies Addicts and the Vaqueros traded headquarters for a while. The NA's weren't there the day Morgaine and Anjali went to the Jewelled Peach.

"Then they didn't see the holograms," said Margie. "That's a relief."

"The Vaqueros might have mentioned it to the NA's, though," pointed out Lisa. "They wouldn't have any reason not to."

"True," said Margie. "We better send the cookies, just in case. It's a nice gesture, anyway."

"We should put some sort of a note in with them, so the NA's will know who they're from," said Lisa.

"I'll write something up," Margie said.

For the next few hours, the delicious smell of chocolate fudge permeated the Comfy Cottage, while Morgaine and Lisa baked cookies in the shape of LaCroix. There were cookies all over the kitchen counter, and the last batch was in the oven, when Margie came in.

"Here's the note,"she said. She laid it down on the counter. "How's that?" she asked Lisa.

The note read:

Dear Nunkies Addicts,

Please accept this gift from us as a peace offering, not that we've done anything that would require a peace offering! But just in case you happen to hear something from somebody about some incident which might have happened, but which, in reality, _never_ actually happened.

Your friends, The Cousins of the Knight

"Well...," Lisa said, dubiously.

"Good." Margie gave the note a little tap of satisfaction.

The timer buzzed on the oven. "Do you want me to get that batch out?" Margie asked.

"Sure. Thanks, Margie," said Morgaine.

"I'll go find a box for the cookies," Lisa said. She left the kitchen.

Margie took the tray of cookies out of the oven. "Morgaine, I thought you said you were modest," Margie said, blushing when she saw the cookies.

"I am," said Morgaine. "But sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do," she added, blushing also. "They're for the Nunkies Addicts, and Lisa said this would be the best thing."

"I guess so," said Margie, as she put the tray of anatomically correct Nunkies cookies on a cooling rack. Lisa was a Nunkies Addict, as well as being a Cousin of the Knight, so she would know about that sort of thing.

"It'll take that last batch a few minutes to cool, and then Lisa's going to pack them all up so you and she can take them to the NA's," said Morgaine. "Do you want to go watch videos until they're all ready to go?

"Okay."

Morgaine and Margie headed for the movie room.

About ten minutes later, Kyer came into the kitchen to make a banana- chili tortilla wrap. She took one look at the cookies and screamed.

"AHHH! NEKKID SAVAGES!" she yelled.

Muttering about the depravity of certain war participants, Kyer found some small dessert napkins. She put one on each of the cookies, covering each cookie from its neck to below its knees.

"That's better," she said. She made her tortilla wrap and took it up to her room, glad that decency had been restored.

Lisa came into the kitchen, carrying a box for the cookies. "Oh, look," she said to herself. "Somebody put togas on them. What a good idea."

She set the box down, picked up one of the cookies, and removed the napkin toga. "This is fun," she said, chewing happily.

When she was through, she lined the box with waxed paper, packed up all the Nunkies cookies, along with their togas, and lightly folded the waxed paper over them. She put the note in on top and closed the box.

Lisa and Margie drove over to the NA headquarters. Margie knocked on the door. Bons, the NA scribe, answered it.

"Hi. What's that?" Bons asked, looking at the box Lisa was holding.

Margie said, "It's a bri..."

"A gift!" interrupted Lisa loudly, poking Margie in the ribs. "It's a gift from our faction to your faction."

"Right," said Margie. "A gift."

"Thanks," Bons said, taking the box.

On the way back to the Comfy Cottage, Margie asked, "Do you think they'll realize we're sincere about the gift? They won't think it's a trap, will they?

"We can only hope," said Lisa.