*finds that interesting* *does not want to ask Peter but really wants to know* Too clean? What’s so bad about it? I mean, it’s not like it would lie there forever.
*lets go a bit too fast when Peter takes the cookie* *didn’t expect him to accept* You’re welcome. Not like I made it, you can actually eat it.
Snow is sterile, it erases everything that was there before. It's like stasis. I don't like it.Â
What? You don't bake?
That's a shame, I had images of you in an apron.Â














