Hob took the plate with a surprised but pleased expression on his face, eyes lighting up at the sight of the cookies. The plump but pretty redhead was apologetic about the grill being closed, but sounded more than legitimate in her sincerity to make him a sandwich of some kind if he wanted. He could only grin at her, and shake his head.

Lifting one of the cookies off the pile and to his mouth, he took a bite and instantly closed his eyes and leaned as his head back as he groaned in appreciation. When was the last time he'd had cookies of any kind at all? Or any sweets of any sort, for that matter. True, he had occasionally been able to snag the odd candy bar from a vending machine at the Mountain, and the military cooked meals were perfunctory at best even if they did include some sort of desert. But this cookie? It was... it was...

Words were abandoned as the rest of the cookie quickly followed the first bite, then regained as he cried, "Oh, GOD, these are fucking amazing! Chocolate chips. Honest to goodness, fucking, chocolate chips! Screw sandwiches, these are my dinner! Thank you!"

Swiftly, Hob carried the plate as though it were made of the finest porcelain and weighted with gold, and he sat at the nearest table at hand. A second cookie began to vanish in his hunger. It was like eating home, a pit of nostalgia he hadn't realized he had been slowly filled with each moist morsel as it danced on his tongue, caressed his teeth, and slipped down his throat. After everything else since waking, he [i]needed[/i] this! It was something wonderful, unlike the horribleness of Harris and the restrictions the NI-techs were forced to labor under. It was something simple, as opposed to his being in love with a computer. It was something joyful, in contrast to the sorrow they carried with them from the Earth.

Mid-way through his second cookie, crumbs on his chin and chocolate on his lips, he looked up at the woman in a pleading desperation. Did she have any idea of what an angel she was to him right now? "Sorry, sorry. I know I'm rude, and I'm sorry, and I hate to ask this but..." 

Hob bit his lips as he tried to figure out how best to ask her without offending her. Demands and requests being ignored time after time had taught him to be wary of asking for too much, even when providence provided unexpectedly as it just had. The last thing he wanted to do was to piss off this chipper young woman!

"D-do you have any milk? Please?"