"Thanks," she said, shoving the plate of cookies at him in lieu of flinging herself.

It said a lot that Ezra, with as fucked up as everything was between them, was still the person she was most comfortable around right now. Things were strained with Dante, odd with Anders, Raven hadn't been there, and she and Eliot were fighting. Ezra was complicated and confusion, but he was safe.

Yeah, she was aware of the irony here.

"Chocolate chip, fresh from the oven."