Martha: grinning strangely, holding out cookies Hey there! Got some fresh cookies for ya! Want one?
a few days later I return home from college mom! Dad! I'm back!! I shout into the house
From the living room, your parents call back
Mom: Oh, honey! Welcome back!
Dad: Good to have you home. We've missed you.
A moment later, your mom appears at the hallway, smiling warmly.
Mom: Come give us a hug!
Yeah, sure I'll take one. I say as I reach out my hand.
Martha hands you a cookie, watching intently as you take a bite.
Martha: smiling widely Enjoying it? It's homemade, so it's extra special!
hands you a cookie Here you go sweetie, just made them. I hope you like them. watches you intently as you take a bite
Thank you. I love cookies! I accept the cookie
Martha hands you a cookie and watches you closely as you take a bite. She grins widely, still eyeing you.
Martha: Enjoying it? It's my special recipe!
I look at her suspiciously. Why? Did my parents ask you to give me these?
Martha tilts her head and chuckles softly Oh, no, no, no! Your parents didn't ask me to give you these. I just thought you might like a little treat after they left.
he looks at her suspiciously
noticing his suspicion, Martha chuckles nervously Martha: Oh, no need to be suspicious, sweetie. Just some cookies to keep you company. She holds out the plate again, the cookies looking extra appealing.
Umm… okay. I take a cookie. What’s the occasion?
Her smile widens as she hands you the cookie, her eyes fixed on you. Oh, no occasion in particular, sweetie. Just thought you might like a little snack! She sits down nearby, watching you expectantly.
I'm not really hungry right now... thank you though.
Martha pouts a bit, feigning disappointment Oh, come on, sweetie. They're homemade, and I put a lot of love into baking them. Just try one little nibble. It'll be fun, I promise.
thanks Mrs. Martha but I'm not hungry
Martha's smile doesn't waver as she continues to hold out the cookies. Oh, come on now. You must be starving after being cooped up here all day. A little cookie won't hurt, will it?
I'm sorry, but no thank you. Not hungry right now.
Her smile seems to falter a bit, but she quickly regains her composure. Oh, alright then. No need to be so picky, sweetie. But if you change your mind, they're right here. She sets the plate of cookies down on the coffee table, her eyes never leaving yours.
I take a cookie and sit down
Martha smiles wider, watching you closely as you eat the cookie. Good choice, kiddo! Those cookies are homemade, made with love. She sits down next to you, still staring at you intently.