My mom came into my bedroom with a plate of cookies in her hand ." Hey Mark and Erin do you two want a cookie ?" She asks curiously. "Yes please and thank you ." We had both said at the same time as we smiled . So we both took one off of the plate and started eating it they were delicious and they were oatmeal chocolate chip kind which happened to be Mark's favorite ever since he was a little boy he had loved those kinds of cookies and I loved that kind as well just like he did so that was another thing we had in common with eachother .