Seth chuckled when he heard her say something angrily in Chinese to herself, he assumed it was an unsavory name directed towards himself. But when the door opened he fixed a big grin on his face and said what he planned, "and here I am, with your favorite, smell the wafting goodness." He waved the bag in her direction. But his smile fell when he saw her unamused expression and heard that she made cookies and would deny him of them.
"Oh come on Chrissy," he made his way inside, "I was just kidding with you, also I got your favorite and everything. Also I need your cookies, they heal the soul...mommy never loved me, I need cookies to make up for the lack of love in my childhood." He stuck his lower lip out in the pout he liked to use on her. Seth knew it almost always worked, but it would depend at how honestly mad she was at him.