"And I think I can taste it," he teased, though he meant it, somehow they were just better than other cookies he'd had, her cookies always were. And once his mouth was free of crumbs, he leaned over to press a soft kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for making them," he murmured, before leaning back to let her eat her own cookie and to have a bit more champagne - and another cookie - himself. "I think this is far better than any fancy meal... not that fancy meals are to be underrated, either."