"Not about cookies." He took another bite, bigger this time, maintaining eye contact. "This is the best cookie I've ever eaten."
"Now I know you're lying because that cookie is objectivelya war crime against baked goods and I say that as the person who made it with my own two hands and watched it come out of the oven looking like a meteorite."
Phei almost choked.
Actually choked—cookie crumbs going down the wrong pipe, coughing and laughing at the same time while Maya made panicked sounds and slapped his back way harder than necessary.
"Oh my god, I killed you. I killed you with my terrible cookie and my worse joke. This is how I die—arrested for manslaughter by baked goods—"
"I'm fine." He coughed, laughed, coughed again. "Just—wasn't expecting 'meteorite.'"
