'Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.'

The kid says excitedly, he smiles crookedly, wringing his hands as if he really wants one of them, but was told to deliver the box and not ask for any of its contents...

She didn't much like oatmeal. She smiles sweetly to the boy, but it fades when she glances to the box.
"where is your mommy now baby?"

"Well that is very sweet." Desmond smiles. He glances back at Amanda as she asks more questions. He wasn't about to drill a child about where the package came from, remaining unsuspecting about the whole situation.

'She had to go help Mrs. Jenkins do groceries then shes going to work.'

The kid looks ready to stick his tongue out at Amanda, since she clearly doesnt like him. His eyes go from the box to Desmond.

'My mom makes great cookies, but she said they are all for you...'

He crunches his nose, jealousy...

She wasn't drilling the kid. It is a legitimate question. Kid, out in the dark with no apparent gaurdian. She wanted to ask this kid, where's your daddy? Who is watching you? Where do your parents and/or gaurdian work? Do you need me to call them?
But judging from the LOOKS she's getting, she just sits back and chills.

He chuckles lightly. "Aw. I would surely let you have one, but I wouldn't want to upset your mother."

"Tell her I said thank you, yes? And thank you for bringing it to me."

She sits back and simply watches. She looks to the box. She hides her co9ncern behind a disarming smile.

The kid frowns a bit, but doubts he can convince the Reverend to break his mothers rules... He will give up.

'Im sure she will make me some soon...' He says dejectedly before remembering his n=manners and adding;

'Your welcome.'

The kid begins backing for the door again, his mom always wants him home quick; its easy to guess why in this neighborhood.

'Well i should get home, good luck with your Splosions Rezerend.'

And without another word the kid takes off down the block.

The Reverend is too much of a goody two shoes himself to even upset some kid's mother. He couldn't be a bad influence, after all.

He smiles and waves. "Be careful on your way home!" He says after the boy as he runs off... then he looks down at the package as he is left with it.. turning back to where Amanda is still sitting.

"Sorry about that." He apologizes to her for the interruption.

"Its fine," she states softly. Shew moves to sit back down on a pew. "You should be moe careful Father. If the cult blew up your church...I wouldn't put poisoning past them...But then again, I have trust issues."
Her eyes drift to the siver cross at her neck.
"This was my mother's...." she says off handedly.

He looks at her, then down at the package with a little frown.

"I can't start mistrusting everyone..." A small sigh. He sets the box down when he sits back down in the pew. "I know I should be more cautious."

He looks at the cross, smiling gently. "It's beautiful."

"I understand," she says in reply to his mistrust statement. She looks up to him and smiles.
"When I was a kid, I didn't have the best home life. My dad was really hard on me and my mom was slowly slipping away...."
She pauses for a long time and is about to speak when a beeping from her purse startles her. She gives Desmond an apologetic smile. She opens her purse, peeking in at her glowing, beeping cell phone. She looks up at Desmond and stands.
"I'm sorry, I have to be getting home. It is late and I have to takle public transit. I hope to see you soon."

He was patiently listening to her.. when her phone interrupts. He gives her a smile, and stands up as well.

"As do I. Have a safe journey home." He reaches for her hand for a brief, warm handshake before she leaves.

"Be careful Reverend," she calls out to him before leaving the church.

Left alone again, he looks at the box left for him. He picks it up, placing it in the back room for a while. He goes back to quietly cleaning up, and only after a while does he try to have a peak at the contents of that box...

The box is ordinary cardboard, like one would mail a care package in. Inside Desmond will find a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies rested on a few layers of paper plates and covered with tin foil to keep them from spilling. Its a strange gesture, sending cookies after a church is bombed, but based on the neighborhood this could be considered a grand gesture.

It did seem a little odd. Sweet, but odd. He closes the box, and heads out of the church with it under his arm.

Be careful...

He always resisted being suspicious of anyone... but then.. he never really had to. He considers this as he walks out of the remains of his church.

He locks up the doors, looking upward with a small sigh. As he turns, he looks around before he hurries on down the street to head back to wherever home had temporarily became.