Dinner and a deal (2)

Cookie's standpoint

   'So, Coco, right?' He rolled his eyes, ignoring me. Okay, Cookie, that's a sign from heaven to be silent. 'I just thought about it, you are the coco to my cookie,' he raised his eyes from his phone and glared at me. 'What about the cocoa that flavors my cookie? Nothing?'

   'The bullet that ends your cookie…'

   'Bah!' I exclaimed, waving my fork dismissively. 'Bullets have nothing to do with cookies, you should have used the oven that burns your cookies, not mine.'

   'We agreed we won't fight,' he reminded me. I nodded and focused on clearing my meal wi