The cookies were the first to pass through the doorway, shortly followed by a mass of blond hair, a pair of red sneakers and Janis herself. For the most part she still wore her uniform, only replacing the drab skirt with something more appropriate to be covered in flour.

"Apple?" She asked, closing the door behind her with a kick of her heel. "I thought you might be hungry and..." She glanced over at his table. "Hungry?"

Really, the sight a sad apple was the saddest sight Janis had ever seen, and however forced it might feel, Janis was going to smile, and trick him into smiling too. "They're cookies! My Dad gave me money over the weekend to restock so... Yeah?"