[Gratitude? For what? This sort of thing is a little foreign to Will. People don't just do nice things because they're nice, it's always because they want something. Either a direct exchange now, or a favor later. At the very least, they want to feel good about themselves for having done something good.

But coffee is coffee, and if it didn't come from the bar, then so much the better. Will pulls the cup over, sets the cookies aside, and gives it a cursory sniff.

Doesn't smell like any recognizable chemicals. Probably safe.]

You wanted to place these as an offering. I take that to mean that you didn't? Make an offering, that is. [He squints.] And why do you think I seem like I could use some?