Megan wasn't sure if her cookies were going to be that great, but with the great care she saw Bart taking with them, she frowned a little. He seemed to be picking them up just fine, but it was the fact that he looked like he was straining to pick them up.
Luckily, when he brought the cookie in his mouth and shoved it all in, then she just knew it was fine. Especially with the look his face made a moment later. Clapping her hands together in a fit of success, she returned to mixing another batch. The heat was a bit daunting, but it was only short exposures to it and it wasn't exactly fire. "You know people can't understand you when your mouth is full," she decided to inform him. This wouldn't be a problem if she could just mind link with him. That way he could just think what he wanted while he continued to shove cookies into his face.
As long as no one asked how she got around to cooking all this stuff at one time before the lot of them got there, everything would be fine. They didn't need to know she'd mixed up several different batters and set up different pans all at the same time with telekinesis only to have most of the stuff done and set up neatly before their arrival...did they?