Blue fidgeted where he himself sat (just a little; he didn't want to knock the food over), as much making room as he was trying to adjust to the change: all that energy, outward and inward, now at his side. It was kind like sound shifting from an even distribution to only one ear, and Blue had yet to master or grow comfortable with it.

His grip shifted, too, freeing up one hand to do as suggested, picking up one of the cookies and giving Jack a careful look before taking a small bite.

Again, sugar in his mouth, hardly what he anticipated. He looked only half as surprised as he felt, though, but the thought left him as free as any sound.

This is weird!

It was weird. Not just the cookie. The whole circumstance surrounding it – surrounding Jack, surrounding him. Weird...

But the taste in his mouth was, at least, a good weird.