He echoed the grin and walked with her to the chairs, looking expectantly at the cookies.
"Donuts will make me fat, Ada," he responded cheekily. He patted his flat stomach and shook his head. "And people around here don't like me as it is, can you imagine if I was forcing them to train with me on an even more regular basis in order to work off the pounds? No, I believe cookies will suffice."
Leaning back, he settled himself in. "Was I interrupting, by the way? It looked like you were drawing there."