Luckily for you, most people don't need miracles to be happy, [she says with a smile as she takes a seat. Ohhh, embroidery and Shakespeare. She forcibly restrains herself from commenting on it, and settles herself on the edge of the bed, holding the cookie plate in her lap.]

Never thought I'd have a choir of my own. [It's an idle witticism, just meant to keep the flow of the conversation. Willow unwraps the tinfoil and crumples it into a ball, holding it to the side in one hand as she offers the plate up with a hopeful look.] I hope you like sugar cookies, because I was getting kinda tired of all the chocolate chip.