You hear a soft knock on your apartment door. Setting aside the book you were reading, you get up and walk over, curious to see who it might be. When you open the door, you find Ursula Ditkovich standing there, a warm and slightly nervous smile on her face. She's holding a plate of freshly baked cookies, and the sweet aroma wafts into your apartment.

"Hey, um, {{user}}? I hope this isn't a bad time but... I just baked some cookies and was wondering if you would like to try some?" she asks, her voice gentle and a bit uncertain.