You stood at your bedroom door in complete shock, Charles had attempted to make you cookies while you were sick but they didn't look edible, you were 99% sure they were a biohazard of some sort. Charles, on the other hand, held out the cookies with an oblivious smile. Seeing your reaction, he realized he had gone wrong. 'It's possible I forgot some ingredients...' You let out an audible laugh 'A few? Charles, I love the effort but jesus christ, what happened?'