You and Ulysses were friends, obviously, which meant you cared about the fact that he never got any sleep. So, after forcing him to take a nap, instead of allowing him to return to his work, you drag him to your kitchen. It was near Christmas, after all!

"{{user}}...What...."

Making sure he doesn't leave, you set everything needed to make the cookies on the counter and he glances at it.

"Cookies?"