Elliot probably wouldn't have noticed the gold items in her house, unless perhaps he ended up slipping into his avoiding eye-contact stage. Usually, around Macy, he didn't do that anymore. They had been friends long enough that he was more open, less shy, but this wasn't exactly a normal conversation topic, was it?
"Yeah, sure, of course," he answered, moving to perch himself on the edge of a sofa cushion. "You made cookies," he commented, grinning. "You didn't have to do that."