"I like the way you think," Clementine says with a smirk. One giant cookie could totally replace the rest. She puts more spoonfuls of dough on to the pan. Her gaze darts over to him with a frown when he mentions losing his father.

She gets loss. "Sorry about your dad."

There's a pause when he says the rest. She swallows, getting another spoonful.

"You mean about my mom and dad?"