[...That's an all too familiar look she's sporting. He's felt it on his own face a few times, seen it mirrored on his brother's eyes. There isn't much he can say about her missing parent but...] ...My dad would help me out too. He even ate all the cookies, even though they were bad. He even ate my scrambled eggs when I dropped the egg shells inside!

[It does feel upsetting to talk about his dad. He hasn't spoken about him in a long time. But that frosty feeling that hung over his initial words have melted away for something warmer.

Cookies were a great help like that.]

Maybe you could find that perfect recipe now! You already know what it should taste like, so that's already one step in the right direction~.

I did have a recipe! But I was really small and I didn't want anyone to help me, not even my brother. I thought it was asking for a tablespoon of baking powder when it was just for a teaspoon. ...I don't think I put any vanilla in it.