"Jag," he answered, following her gaze to a group of snowball fighters but thinking nothing of it. His mind was on the last time he'd had space cakes. Emma had baked them, protesting all the while that she baked less well than she cooked.

They had, of course, been fucking delicious, her three roommates had agreed.

He ate another piece of cookie, pushing the memory away. "It's nice to meet you," he added, with a small smile.