Well. Brooding right now consisted of trying to figure out if he could steal a chocolate chip cookie without Wendy knowing (of course she would know, she always does).
He's getting used to being one handed again. Of course there's still the reaching for things with the wrong hand, only to knock them over, but at least his learning curve isn't nearly as bad as it was when he'd lost it the first time. It's more quiet resignation and deep frustration than outright anger, this time around. Which is probably for the best.
His hand hovers over the plate of cookies and he freezes when he hears his name called. Right, he should see to that.
So he abandons his mission and peeks into the bathroom. "Yes, love?"