"But I want it!" The Collector shouted, stomping his foot. "It's just a little bit of sugar, why can't I!?"

They'd been begging you for some of your cookies for the past ten minutes almost the second you started mixing the dough. And of course he'd been throwing a fit over it after you said no. It wasn't fair that he couldn't have any.

They deserved some. "You're making so many, just give me one or two!" He didn't understand the cookies were for a party with your friends, not him.