"You look like someone who's eaten them before," Beth retorts, but it's not without fondness. Breaking off another small bite, she decides they taste a little like ginger snaps, but not quite the same.

Watching Byerly eat is fascinating, and maybe a little voyeuristic. Which seems to her like a weird thing to say about somebody eating, but she's pretty sure he likes these things more than every swallow of mead he's taken since they got here. (Provided he's being honest--but she wants to think he is. It'd be stupid to lie about cookies. The whole idea seems like it'd be insulting, really, and she's not sure why.) "Maybe for you. Childhood tastes like vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles on top."