Rebekah nodded, inwardly wondering if her definition of a little chocolate and his were quite the same. Didn't kids consider an entire bar to be a small amount, or was that just modern day children? It had been so long since she had been a child herself, she could barely remember such things.
"Fruit I have, and since when did cookies count as nutritious?" She arched her eyebrow playfully. "I mean, I have some, but those are meant to be treats." She had brought some in specially, from the bakery owned by one of the Bennet sisters, figuring they would be edible, unlike her own attempts.
She went to the fridge to grab the milk, gesturing to the cupboard with the glasses so Henrik could get one, as they were within easy reach. Rebekah wanted him to feel comfortable enough there to rummage wherever he wanted, to help himself to anything to eat without feeling the need to ask her permission. And she reached down the tin with the cookies in. "Just don't tell Caroline, okay?"
She so nearly said Nik. So nearly, but caught herself just in time. Rebekah had no idea how much Henrik had been told by their brother, and did not want to be the one causing trouble. Not if she could help it.
Scooping Aphrodite up in her arms, she sat on the chair herself, letting the cat settle on her lap. "How are things at Marcel's?" Her tone was one of genuine curiosity. "You know you can stay here whenever you like, for however long you want. This is your home too."