And there went the cookies. Mitch briefly wondered how much he would regret the sudden loss of sweets right after he had found some relief from the rations. However, there would always be more cookies in the future, and rationing couldn't possibly last forever. With that in mind, losing the cookies still seemed worth it, even if he slightly cringed when he saw her trample one.
He walked towards her, but as soon as he got close enough he broke off a piece of the cookie she had held between her lips. He felt entitled to at least get a piece of it for himself. Then, just as quickly and without warning as she had, but without the subtly, he gave her a rough shove into the snow. She may have called his arms noodles, but still being bigger than her had its advantages.