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He pulled me into the game room. "Hey, Jon, Bitsy, fresh chocolate chip cookies are in the kitchen. Maggie wants to meet you, so run in there and get a few. And bring some back for us if you don't mind." Bitsy laid her pool stick on the table. The stick was twice as long as she was tall. Jon went to pick it up, but Reed grabbed it. "I've got the cues, just follow the cookie smell and you'll find the kitchen." They left the room and Reed nodded to the foosball table in the corner. "Play me so I can kick your ass again." I rested my hip against the pool table. "Totally unfair advantage. You have foosball at your house and probably practice all the time. I hope it makes you feel good to beat little old me." Reed grabbed me after he pushed the sticks, err, cues across the table and lifted