Honor had entered the room and spotted the cookies, and, being a perpetually-hungry sort of person, decided to help herself to one. Nimitz bleeked his amusement.

"At least they won't end up on my hips," she told him. The momentary distraction her best friend provided nearly caused her to run over the petite person in her path. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry--oh, hello, Laura! How are you doing?"