While he was here he baked us some wonderful chocolate chip cookies. As the cookies cooled and the hours passed, the number of extant cookies decreased with conspicuous rapidity. I tried to think of how I might make it look as though Eléa was eating them all: attaching large crumbs to the corners of her mouth, smearing a bit of chocolate on her cheek, planting oily smudges on the lid of the cookie bin as though a small hand had been fumbling about in search of sucrose and the coveted Theobroma bean. Unfortunately Eléa seemed to have no intention to be part of my scheme, though as it turned out I wasn't the only one to make a nocturnal trip to the cookie tin.
In any case, if you are a lady and have any interest in establishing a family with Kaanchan, Cindy, Luke, and Eléa can all vouch for his ability with newborns, not to mention his domestic skills more generally. He changes diapers like a king and, as far as I can tell, shows no penchant for gambling or drinking (though I would recommend an extra padlock on the cookie tin).
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