Whether Savannah believed it or not, it was true. He shrugged again, with a side of smile. "How's the cookie?" Slav admittedly had a love of cookies, more than any other sweet. Milk and cookies seemed like one of the greatest things in life, probably because it was not something he exactly had ever gotten at home.
That old image of the mother baking cookies and serving them to chubby cheeked children with milk after they got home from school? Yeah, that did not really exist in his world. At least not in reality.
"Really?" he laughed. "And it worked?" Slav had been the little boy with toy cars, purchased with his own pocket money. Half convinced he wanted to be a racecar driver.