Paul finished off his first cookie and thought for a minute. "I...started baking when I got my own place...my mum didn't let me use the stove--for her own reasons---" he laughed a little. "It took me awhile to get the hang of it, too!" he remembered all of the burnt cookies and brownies he used to make Milton try...ahh. How far he'd come.

"YES! MILK!" That sounded delightful. Paul took another cookie, and hummed cheerfully to himself for a second or two before chuckling...."2067? Wow...I graduated in 20....50." He flushed a little because it made him sound so OLD. "I WISH it were five years or less---" he was nomming away on this cookie, too.

The Groundskeeper seemed to have an interesting accent, which Paul picked up on, and he would have to ask...because was curious! "Where are you from, then? You definitely have an accent, Justin." Paul himself had such a generally English accent..nothing too special, mostly because he didn't LIVE in England at the moment.