Lucas F & Ryder
Ryder would definitely do it fairly. Hopefully without having to break it into tiny pieces.
When he did break the cookie it wasn't in perfect halves but he did immediately, without a second of hesitation, give the bigger one to Lucas. A reward for his trust, maybe, or just a nice gesture.
"We're not in the same grade," he explained. "I'm Ryder. You're graduating this year, right? I think that most of the refugee kids are." He'd been around town long enough to know they were called that, though he didn't really know why.