[The cookies sound like the sort of pleasant harmless fun they probably all need, and while Rosinante wouldn't normally indulge just for that alone, there's the sense too that this may be one of the last times they'll get to have something nice. And that thought is dark enough to make him want to forget it immediately.
So he's walking around chewing on one that a moment ago had read "FRIENDLETTER" which seemed like as close to a pleasant message as he'd get from the batch offered to him, when he spots Cao Pi and heads over. There is still work to be done, but maybe this will make it a little more pleasant.]
Those spirits aren't too bad at baking, are they? You have one?
[He waves the remaining corner of a pink cookie heart.]
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So he's walking around chewing on one that a moment ago had read "FRIENDLETTER" which seemed like as close to a pleasant message as he'd get from the batch offered to him, when he spots Cao Pi and heads over. There is still work to be done, but maybe this will make it a little more pleasant.]
Those spirits aren't too bad at baking, are they? You have one?
[He waves the remaining corner of a pink cookie heart.]