"Whoa," Eric said, a low laugh in his voice as he easily took the box from her. He looked down at his prize. He opened the lid and saw six pieces of lopsided, brightly colored, and slightly burnt cookies.
He looked at the strange creations, a genuinely confused expression on his face. He then looked at her, then back at the cookies. "What are they?" he asked, his tone a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Are they… decorative saucers?"
"I made them," Delia replied, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You made these?" he asked, a wide grin spreading across his face. She nodded miserably. He turned the box a full 360 degrees, examining the misshapen cookies from all angles as if they were some strange artifact. "Are you absolutely sure they aren't saucers?" he asked again, teasing her gently.
She shook her head, her embarrassment growing. "No, it's food. They are cookies."
"C-cookies?" he stammered, looking at the box in his hand with mock terror.
