"Oh hey, cookies!" Calvin looks even more pleased than he was before. He has a war, a giant fort, friends, and now cookies. This is turning into the best winter for him. He immediately takes a bite of one.

"They taste really good! Thanks, Nill." He swallows, then stares into the tin with the look of someone with notoriously poor impulse control. "I guess it wouldn't be smart of me to eat them all right now while the war's on..."