Yeah, Kathy didn't buy that 'of course' for a second, if for no other reason than because she knew how tightly strung she was right now, but hey, it was agreement.

And so, five minutes later, she was walking up to his porch, holding a plate of still-warm cookies in her hand and a container of more in the bag at her side. Hey, he'd told her that he didn't share and Kathy wasn't in the mood for games.

Normally, she was at his door in several bounces and a handful of seconds. This time, it took a solid minute to traverse the distance, no speed or bouncing (or smiles) in evidence as she knocked on his door.

But hey. Cookies.