Shoto has never given thought to how cookies are each individual and never the same. Only that he knew they existed and that he hadn't really tried them in light of that. Small things mean a lot and that's a truth he hadn't considered. "That's true." Looking on at them, even the bland looking ones are pretty individual.

He picks one up with a napkin, cracking it in half to offer it. "If they're individual, they shouldn't taste the same. It'd be no good if I was the only one to taste it."