"Yeah?" He said, a bit cautious, before breaking off the corner of a biscuit and taking a nibble. Satisfied, he tossed the rest in his mouth.
"This one time when I was--I think maybe eight or nine, yeah? I was helping make cookies for Christmas, and I ate so much of the dough that for years the taste of shortbread made me feel bloody sick. I'm better now though, and you're right--they're excellent. We'll get a napkin maybe, and take some with?"