"They are?" Xavin looked back at her cookie, puzzled. It had an odd shape, like a splash of paint. She'd thought it was just the shape the cookie happened to be, some Earth tradition about which she had no knowledge. Which it was!

For whatever reason, natural or cultural, Skrulls had a hard time with certain arts, representational art among them. To a human, the cookie looked like a human. To Xavin it... did not. "How?"