"Chocolate chip, I think." Sorin came the rest of the way into the room and had a look around. Tanek's living area was always shocking for Sorin to see. He kept his own space tidy, especially because half of his room was for the practice of magic, crafting of potions, and storing ingredients for the store. The other half was, well. For his guests. They came to Sorin's room for an altogether different reason from the reason people came to Tanek's room.
He carried the tin with the cookies in it over to where Tanek was on his bed and set them beside the other boy, still a little shocked by the mess. "I am feeling better. You know your window is open?" Sorin turned and went to shut it, shivering from the chill and stepping over someone's half-glued wood project.
"What are you working on?" Sorin fled to Tanek's bed, making himself comfortable among the pillows and blankets and leaning into Tanek to see what was on the paper.