One ought bake while the oven is hot; yes, Glitch is right. They ought spend time together, while there is still time.

"Yes." He smiles, trailing his hands fondly, affectionately down the front of Glitch's shirt to smooth the fabric; then he reaches for one of the heart-shaped cookies (though he himself does not recognize them as being heart-shaped), snaps it in half-- Or fully intends to, though the cookie has other ideas. It crumbles rather fretfully into a heap on Bagoas' lap.

"Oh, no," he giggles. "Oh, well." Finding the biggest morsel, he offers it out to Glitch. To Ambrose.

"Do you know... I was named Bagoas, which in itself is not an uncommon name in Persia. However, it is a diminutive."