"More of a cook, really. I'm told they're different things. But there's a few things I can bake okay." They set the platter down next to her on the greenhouse bench, sneaking one of the cookies themselves and dropping to a crouch, below her eye level so he's not leaning over her, to eat it.

"I didn't want you to think you're bad just because someone did something bad to you," they add after a beat, voice a little softer. "Especially not something I know a lot of good people had done to them, too." Everyone in Beacon had the same lantern situation, after all. They were all like her. And they were some of the best people Soldat has ever known.