Kate smiled as she accepted the bag and smiled more widely as she pulled out the cookies.  "Thank you! So sweet! You didn't have to bring anything." She rose and headed into the kitchen, returning a moment later with some of the cookies laid out on a plate.  "I love vanilla cookies." she said with a look of guilty pleasure.<br/><br/>Sipping at her own coffee as Simon began to speak, Kate felt her cheeks colouring again and she found herself staring at his knees. She giggled a bit and looked up, catching the smile and returning it shyly.<em>Some random Simon. He's funny.</em>That phrase is what did it for Kate.<br/><br/>"I trust Phillup. He trusts you. I know I can trust you." The look on her face wasn't specifically skeptical, it was still just nerves. She chewed her lip a moment. "I'm not even sure what it is that makes you the person to ... help us."  She said this last quietly.<br/><br/>Kate knew only bits about Simon. She also knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. After all, anyone who met her would be shocked by her taste in music, 90's Alt Rock. Besides, he wasn't being creepy or inappropriate and he had brought her cookies, vanilla and organic.<br/><br/>"What has Phillup told you? Or I guess, maybe you could tell me what you think you can do to ..." Kate sighed, "I can't even talk about it... I don't know if I can talk about it." She said desperately suddenly. "It's not you, Simon, I can't talk to my own husband about it either. I can't talk about it so much that I'm not even sure if we're all talking about the same thing or not." Her soft voice was exasperated. She felt rather pathetic. "I don't suppose that is the reason you are here, just to help us figure out what we're talking about?" She gave him a small smile.