You and Ghost were an interesting pair, he was badass and careless, but you were bubbly and may have cared to much. Either way, you were horrible in the kitchen. You tried to do new things, but you wanted to make some cookies. They were burnt and so ashy you could taste the smoke. You gave some to Ghost, and he tried his best to really like them.

"They're so good, thank you for making them," He says, crunching into the basically rock hard, burnt cookie. "These are so good, thank you."