Please, I insist. If you left me with all these cookies, I'd have no choice but to eat them. All of them. I don't think I have to tell you how bad an idea that is. [She's only mostly joking - successes are shared with others, but failures... one must hide at least some of the evidence. Thankfully she doesn't have many of those anymore.]
One, though, I can justify. [And she serves herself last, quietly adds her own prayer, and then happily noms on it, grinning.] Mm, perfect, I knew the good plasticware was the right idea. [There isn't anything terribly unique in these, flavor-wise - strong basics perhaps, but nothing way out there; it's a sugar cookie, there's really only so much to do before it turns into something else entirely. But the frosting has a fine sweetness, the vanilla is present without being overpowering, and the cookie is soft without being fragile. They're no fine confection, but they're good cookies, and Lisa's at least a little proud of them.]
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One, though, I can justify. [And she serves herself last, quietly adds her own prayer, and then happily noms on it, grinning.] Mm, perfect, I knew the good plasticware was the right idea. [There isn't anything terribly unique in these, flavor-wise - strong basics perhaps, but nothing way out there; it's a sugar cookie, there's really only so much to do before it turns into something else entirely. But the frosting has a fine sweetness, the vanilla is present without being overpowering, and the cookie is soft without being fragile. They're no fine confection, but they're good cookies, and Lisa's at least a little proud of them.]