[ Oh, buddy. A dish towel finds its way discretely onto the counter, should he be so bold as to grab it. ]

Ooh, I don't know. Sounds pretty risky. [ Hopefully, the possibility of a stale cookie is actually the biggest "threat" they encounter today. ] I think I'm up for it. Ready? One, two -

[ On three, she takes a bite out of her own. It's...actually not stale at all, and Aerith hums her approval as she chews. ]

I didn't expect it to be any good! They're not homemade or anything, but they're pretty tasty.

[ She pours herself a little mug of coffee to go along with it, leaving the box on the counter before traveling back around to his side and taking a seat on a neighboring stool before busying herself with enjoying the snack and drink. ]