"And how old are you again?" Killian asked, one of those villainous eyebrows poking upward, almost comically. "Your time will come, I'm certain of it. They say there'd a lid for every pot." Or multiple lids for multiple pots, but then you just got mixing and matching and that seemed rather confusing and a right mess. Plus it was more likely someone was going to go off the deep end that way - Killian wasn't prone to sharing personally, so, he stuck with the simpler analogy.
Now that he had the dough mixed, he began to use a scoop to get it on the baking sheets - swapping those for the ones he'd put into the oven before, with the chocolate chip cookies as opposed to the chocolate overload. And he had to admit, everything was smelling divine right about now - such a confectionery delight.
"Besides, the right person will love you for all parts of you - good and bad and everything in between."