[The grimace at the mention of cookies really should be expected. Even if it's pretty much just a deeply ingrained reflex at this point. Because lord knows, he's made plenty of those dreaded confections for his friends at this point. Eating them is just a different story.]

[The grimace gradually turns into a small smirk though. It doesn't quite reach his eyes though, those look just as tired as they did when John figured out that Vriska was gone.]

Really? Goodness, and here I thought you loved them. Darn, now I have to take your Christmas present back. Back to the drawing board, I guess!