"I..love...slipped...what?" He blinked a couple times, they were kidding, right? From the looks on their faces, they were not. "Oh man...uhm...who gave them to me?" He furrowed a brow again, trying to think. "It was a girl...a young adult...she was oddly cleaner than the whole bar itself. I went in and only ordered a coffee...and she came over with a tray of a firewhiskey and the cookies saying that I ordered them."

His head hit the floor, as he was frustrated with what happened, "of course...me being me...I couldn't turn the cookies away. Besides, I felt bad that she had done all that work...it only seemed like a nice thing to do. So much for that..."