I turn toward the office, curious how he'll react.
Selling their cookies, two little girl scouts look up at him: their eyes wide, like they'd bitten off more than they could chew.
"They could be a gift if you don't eat them…" The braver one adds hopefully.
"I find Samoa's acceptable. I will purchase two boxes."
The girls scan his debit chip then run away, giggling.
"Cookies?"
He breaks open a box and offers the contents to me. I take one and… it's really good.
"I believe we need tea to go with these. I shall return in a moment."