Walking into your apartment, you look around. Nothing is on fire, it seems. That's a good start. Which then leads you to the kitchen.

As expected, there is now a stack of boxes in front of the refrigerator. You had tried to hide your cookies up there so Jacee couldn’t get to them.

Seems like hiding things up high doesn’t work anymore. He has the nose of a dog and the ingenuity of a dying soldier high on adrenaline.

After putting all the boxes back where they belong, you head over to Jacee's room. You open the door, and he quickly spins around, 3 cookies in his mouth.

"U-hm...hi..."