Keegan took a bite of the cookie, making a sound that marked that he was very much happy with the way it tasted. It wasn't as quite as good as his mother's, he didn't think, but it was also a bit hard to compare as every one had their own cookie recipe.

"Mom would have sent me some of those, only dad ate them before she really had a chance to send some. That's what she gets for leaving them on the kitchen island." He set the box containing the bread onto his nightstand and pushed the sleeves of his shirt up past his elbows. "So. Got anything special planned for the weekend?" Keegan smiled with the words, clearly joking.