Iestyn shot a look at Joey, not wanting to appear ungrateful for the gift, and shifted in the bed to adjust his position and take the pressure off the healing scars on his back. He winced as he did so.
Slowly, he opened the corner of the bag and broke off a tiny piece of the cookie, and slipped it into his mouth like someone was going to catch him doing it and stop him. God, it tasted good.