"I do not," Barrow says easily, contrarily, still smiling-- he probably does, but that's not the point. Propping himself on one hand, he catches the small bundle and unwraps it to bite into one, which he chews thoughtfully before replying, "Satinalia was five months ago."

It's fine,

"You know," he says after consuming one lumpy-as-advertised cookie, "I did say I didn't want visitors." He's not going to kick her out, but he turns an admonishing smirk on Astrid anyway.