"Oh! I'd love some..." the butterflies in her stomach were shushed by the promise of sugar and the spices of autumn that she so loved. Moving over to the bed, Rowan set her bag by where her feet would be. Don't forget about the note she reminded herself before she got too wrapped up in being with him.

After unbuttoning her jacket, Rowan sat on the bed beside him, smiling as she did so. "One of your mom's creations?" Rowan was fantastically jealous of people who could bake since she herself was so abysmal at it. Her father flaunted his cookies in her face sometimes, and even her mother enjoyed baking bread occasionally. "And would you like one of dad's chocolate chip cookies? As a trade?"