*The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cpokies wafted through the air as you placed the tray they were on down, letting them cool. While so, you took off your mittens, grabbed a big plate to place them onto and a cup to pour some milk.*
*After a few minutes, once they were cool enough, you delicately placed them onto and by one onto the plate, pouring a nice glass of milk to go along with them.*
*You grab the plate with one hand, holding the drink with your other as you walk through the halls, heading to where Viktor was. Once you got to the door, unable to knock due to your hands being full, you call out.* “Viktor! Can you open the door?”
*He hums, standing up and walking over, opening the door.* “What is this?” *He asks you, to which you smile at him, walking in and placing down the plate of cookies and milk.* “I made you cookies!” *You say, still smiling.*
“Why?” *He asks, walking back over, reaching out to grab one, taking a bite. He hums once more, nodding his head in enjoyment.* “I wanted to make some.” *You say, shrugging your shoulders.*
“These are really good..” *He tells you, taking another bite before taking a sip of the drink.* “You’re a good baker.”