Grete catnaps under the stars. (Haha.)
Somie, ever the dramatic soul, recovering from a morning at the beach.
What would a Saturday Night Dinner be without a little dueling?
... and some obligatory feet, of course.
Newt showing off while we fix him up. 
A bit out of the cupboard here...
... and a bit over here...
Grete & Somer offer moral support from the sidelines.
Doing the 'Oven Dance' on the cardboard packaging.
Oops. There goes the door hinge.
Look at the time! (it's the witching hour, Eru!)
Our new resident quickly makes himself useful...
... helping make necessities such as cookies.(Our first home-baked cookies in ten months! Well, actually - much longer, since we never used to cook cookies, but that's beside the point.)
I opted for the 'slab' style cookie - instead of futilely trying to stop the cookies from getting with their neighbour, why not embrace it and mush 'em together?You can't tell where one cookie ends and the other begins - if you ask me, that's true cookie magic.
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