Justin had gotten through most of the recipe requests by now; he'd usually just presented them at dinner. Melinda hadn't exactly requested macaroons, but he figured he'd make them and bring them up to her, anyway. He didn't bake often, but it was a nice change of pace. And cookies were always a good way to break the ice.
He'd tracked down her living quarters, box of biscuits in hand. Knocking, he waited for her to answer, fiddling with the bow he'd tied on the box.