"It's a deal." Checking the cupboards, I find a box labelled tea. "Will this do?" Handing it over, I hum a quiet hymn to Elbereth as I begin measuring out the ingredients for the cookies.

Flour, sugar, shortening, humhumhum. Completely lost in my own little world, I slip into the slight trance I usually fall into while baking. The rhythm is soothing, after all.