"Yes...you should be able to eat them. They're just flour and sugar and butter. Maybe a little vanilla." He takes the last bite of his stew and gets up, wandering over to his nighttable to look for them. Cautious, he stands so Roi can't see what else might be in the table drawers. He tends to limit it to toiletries and tea, but the hotel sneaks things in there on occasion. Today there's nothing too bizarre, and he finds the package of cookie without too much searching.

"Here they are. And still good. Do you want to finish off the soup first, or are you done?" He comes back to the table and sets the package down. The cookies smell pleasantly sugary.