She is dead serious about baking cookies. Her brother nearly died, she needs comfort food. Baking is a method to get aforementioned comfort food.
"If you're going to bring leftovers to school tomorrow such that I might get any can I put in a vote for snickerdoodles?"
She goes to make those.
"They're fine cookies," he says. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that baking cookies is for Savannah's sake, more than ours."
"Yup! I don't often bake, either, though. Because I tend to get obsessive with making things perfect and I fight with frosting. Usually, the frosting wins."
"Yes, but then I try to get them into interesting shapes and they turn into blob monsters instead."
"Drop cookies are the kinds where you spoon little blobs of dough onto a baking sheet and then they spread out into disks. Like oatmeal or chocolate chip ones."
"I wouldn't expect it to. I guess you could drop the dough into metal cookie cutters, and bake them therein, but I'd expect it to get too crispy around the edges."
"Yeah. So I just get annoyed and pout rather than trying to find solutions. My brainpower needs to be channeled to magic and such."
"Well, I'd suggest other baked goods, but I have every intention of benefitting from your expertise on magic and I know how to bake all by myself."
"Yup! I'll just let it be a rare thing or leave it to other people. While I try to gain experience for the next level of wizard."
"Maybe one day you will be able to magically conjure snickerdoodles. Is making stuff out of nothing a thing spells can do at all?"
"I don't think it is, but if I turn out to be wrong I will so not be complaining."
"None. But I don't know all runes ever, so I will not rule out the possibility entirely."
Charlie's car pulls up out front.
Bella hugs Darren real quick and goes out to meet him.