What exactly do you think I've been doing, Wynert? You're the one who's supposed to give me valuables.

[Hmmm... hm. He'll sit back to dig through his coat, producing a handful of sweets, a knit stress ball, a knit hat for that stress ball, a knife... He'll even take off his own hat.]

Or we can ask each other questions we have to answer, and you try my cookies out of the kindness of your own heart. [And... a 2. Because that one exists.]