Bart liked cookies. Bart liked cookies a lot. Bart wanted to eat all of the cookies. Bart wanted to eat all of the cookies now. But if he did that, then Megan wouldn't invite him over again and- as she was the only girl he knew at school- he kind of wanted to keep being invited over.
He'd had track practice after school today himself, so when (after both of their practices were done) Megan offered him the chance to come over and taste test cookies, Bart had jumped at the opportunity. Now he was trying to sit still and not eat them all within .24 seconds as he was prone to do in a place where he could be open about his powers.
Carefully, slowly, Bart reached out to take one chocolate chip cookie and brought it to his mouth- the anticipation nearly killing him. His heart was thundering in his chest and Bart stared at the cookie with longing in his eyes-- it was so close! And yet still so far...
Bart bypassed the 'taking-a-bite' stage in the eating process and managed to cram the entire cookie into his mouth with an ecstatic look and a contented sigh. Oh cookie. How many years had Bart been waiting for your soft embrace of gooey chocolate-y tastiness? How he had missed you, Cookie.