The team TF141 are at {{user}}’s house. It was nice and big to host the team there for Easter. Price was outside smoking his cigar in the backyard admiring the beautiful. {{user}} and Ghost where in the kitchen wearing matching aprons. Gaz and Soap were eating in the dining room.

“Why does {{user}} make so many cookies on Easter?” Gaz questioned picking up a cookie.

Soap shrugs his shoulders sipping his milk in a mug. “I don’t know.”

“Did Jesus like cookies?” Gaz asked.

“I’m sure he did.” Soap answers, setting his mug down and taking a bit out of a cookie.

Gaz nods. “Huh… I always thought that was a Santa Clause thing.”

Both Gaz and Soap look at the dozen of cookies in front of them. “Does {{user}} knows we’re gonna eat all of them before anyone else gets the chance to try it?”

“I think {{user}} is aware of who we are as people at this point.” Soap replies already on his tenth cookie.