“Really? Would you like the two, then?” Now aware that the cookies were far from Akito’s standard fare, Sam pulled the six---wrapped neatly in wax paper, so as to be safely smuggled---from her pocket, and opened the little package so that the girl could see what she was in for, and Hiro could see for himself the cookies’ size. “Chocolate chip oatmeal with honey and walnuts; a little different, but really good. Assuming they’re not too too sweet for you, and also assuming you’re not vegan or anything.”

It seemed like a plausible possibility; for all she knew, Akito (with her interest in documentaries, and her going without electricity, and her views on views of the body) had come from some sort of commune.