The Mirror smiles at him and accepts the plate.

"Thank you."

She tries one of the cookies, nibbling at its edge, going a little cross-eyed. Then she glances up at him through her eyelashes, the cookie still held up like she's hiding behind it. Her voice is sweet, casual, but her words are purposeful and pointed.

"You can call me Bud."

Because she hasn't decided yet if she wants to bloom.