[ Rapport or no, she'd be sharing her cookies. When he reaches for the bag she only tips it to him in further invitation before reaching in after him for a second of her own, nodding with a little hum of acknowledgment when she takes a bite.

His surprise with the soccer fact, though, gets a little smirk. ]

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure. I can think of a few ways to make some; we could try sometime if you'd like. I'm thinking stuffing leather with feathers or all that bubble wrap we received so it isn't too much heavier and will still be able to keep its shape.

[ Then whenever he went home, perhaps he'd retain the skill. It's a nice thought, at the very least. ]

History is nothing but the ups and downs of peace. It always finds a way, even if it doesn't last terribly long. That is just how the world has worked since its conception. Periods of tumult and rest. War and peace. I wish I could say one lasts longer than the other, but it's a pretty balanced act.