They chuckle, as well, glad she's being pleasant about it. "I think we can spare a box, as part of that fare, don't you think?" "Oh, certainly," Patrick says, hurrying off to the raft, and fishing out a box from under the heavy tarp, offering it to her. It's a decently hefty box, probably two dozen 4-inch diameter cookies, of all different sorts; chocolate, frosted, sugar, and more. They nod, at her decision, and set about preparing their own camp, preparing to take shifts for the night.<br/><br/>Unless she intends to do something more, the night passes uneventfully.