As Hannah stepped in, Xavier shut the door behind her. The tin in her hand surprised him – it wasn’t often that people went to such an extent around him. His smile became a little more genuine as he took them, shaking his head. “I’m sure they’re great. I can’t remember the last time someone made me cookies.” The truth. It might have been as far back as his mother when he was in high school. He managed to keep his face composed though, lifting the cover to catch a whiff. No need to lie about that.
“They’ll work as dessert,” he said, motioning to move into the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? Juice, soda, water…?” He put the tin on the counter and hovered by the fridge.