"Sorry," he offers with a nod, something sheepish, but also someone who gets it. He stands from the booth, hands on the table as he rises, but not in any rush.

"Don't worry about it too much for now, okay? If you wanna talk about it, or anything - I'll be around. Check out the carriages; we've got a bunch of different ones. Greenhouses, game rooms; and there's more cookies that way," he says with a jerk of his head back, "--if you wanna grab some more for the day."

You can never go wrong with more cookies, right.