GG: Nice try, but you're not getting anything out of me.
GG: You and Dirk will just have to wait and find out!
TT: It seems you're unwilling to give me any clues.
TT: Is there anything I can do to change your mind?
GG: Shucks buster, you caught me. Completely uncooperative. Now shoo! I'm not done yet.
TT: We all know you're baking something.
GG: Really now.
TT: You humans are stupid predictable for a rad pair of infinitely calculating shades such as myself.
TT: The only question is what. Brownies? Cookies? Some other ridiculously sugary so-called delicacy?
GG: You're just jealous because you can't partake in the festivities yourself.
TT: You know what.
TT Fuck you too.
Oh, that AR. Jake might find him aggravating, but you can tell he enjoys egging people on. You always make time to talk to him, since you figure he's very lonely.
...Wait, what's that smell?
Oh no! You were so caught up in talking to AR that you forgot about the cookies in the oven! You rush over, shove your hand in an oven mitt, throw open the oven door and dramatically pull out the tray, revealing--
==> Jane: Answer AR (FILL: TEAM JOHN<>VRISKA)
Oh no.
==> Jane: Initiate Plan B!