"Thanks," Autor says, setting the lebkuchen tray on the counter next to the non-existent pile. He picks up two cookies, and carries one to her. "They're my mother's recipe."
He nibbles on his own cookie, holding hers out to her when he reaches the couch. "Oswin, do you want to do something? Some sort of... bonding activity... together?"
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He nibbles on his own cookie, holding hers out to her when he reaches the couch. "Oswin, do you want to do something? Some sort of... bonding activity... together?"