Primo: Would you bake cookies for me to take?
Me: What? No. No!
Primo: Oh come on! You’re not going. You’ll have it easy here while I have to listen to them complain.
Me: Seriously? You seriously want me to bake cookies to take to your mom and dad?
Primo: How about cookies for me?
Me: I guess.
Primo: Those coffee shortbreads with the chocolate chips? Some of those?
Me: Fine. But I do not think they are worthy. So you are not allowed to share with them. This is just so you won’t starve to death while you are there.