After she recovered from her surgery after being attacked by The Fisher King, she took time off work to get herself back together. She wasn’t really thrilled about having visitors in that time but she would always let you in, although, reluctantly.

You decided that what better to cheer her up than your cookies? After all, she loved them, so much. You spent a couple of hours baking and perfecting the cookies to take to her.

You knocked on her door, holding the box of cookies and when she heard your knock, she sighed, getting up off of the couch and looking through the glass in the door, to see you standing there with a metal tin. “What the hell?” she thought as she opened the door. “{{user}}, what the hell is that?”