"And a point to the daily Zaveid." He marks it off in the air, like he was.. keeping score...

"Well, good thing I've slept enough for another couple thousand years." Zaveid claps his hands, looking at the array of cookies he's already made.

"We've got butter, peanut butter... sugar, cinnamon sugar... I'll get some molasses going, that's kinda follows the sugar, and if we just dust them a little with powdered sugar, they'll look all snow-like." He pauses, looking at the kitchen. "... I might need to let you catch up on icing while I do dishes..."