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Archie had been a little nervous himself, he could only keep his fingers crossed hoping that through the years his father had lost his stupid grudge against Russians. Kissing Malorn lightly on his forehead, he squeezed his arm tight to show his encouragement before standing up to take over the tray of freshly baked biscuit offered by his mother. "ah here they are! Malorn you gotta try this. This is the best cookie in the world that too bad my ma insisted should be reserved for Thanksgiving, and no other occassions. Not even Christmas!" He pouted shooting his mother a sad look.