"Huh?" Zoe looked in interest as she observed an entire dessert pleasantly resting in her locker. She stopped to think about who would do such a thing and why. Perhaps it was tainted, a trap by jealous cheerleaders under her or another girl simply out for a false sense of revenge. Zoe couldn't quite tell, but something very mysterious was going on with this cobbler. Upon physical inspection, it seemed all right, with heat rolling out from its tin-foil covered crust. The smells coming out of it were simply delicious, something that seemed like the cartoon scent that dragged people with its over-reaching finger drawing them close.
"What to do, what to do..." Zoe said as she started pacing a bit. The cobbler had so many possibilities, and all the while she heard her stomach rumble. She made a quick check for some type of note that may have fallen wayside, but to no avail.
"It would be rude to waste a perfectly good cobbler, and I could always trash it at home if need be..." Zoe mumbled to herself. Nodding slightly, she picked up the dessert and set for home, still wrestling with what could this cobbler do...
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