Greta smiles when he offers her a cookie - she's sampled the batch to make sure they turned out well, but hasn't actually taken the time to sit and enjoy one. She ducks beneath his arm as if ducking under a curtain, letting it settle around her shoulders and leaving her own hands free. "Thank you!" she chirps, taking the cookie and tucking herself against his side. Perfect.

"You know," she says after a ruminative pause (these cookies really did turn out well!), "they're not very hard to make. I could teach you!" That sounds fun, right? Maybe not now, because she's far too comfortable to be getting up anytime soon. "Later," she clarifies. "Not right this minute."