I don't remember, ( the person admits, and sulks a little about it, mouth pouting slightly. She's sure she would remember making cookies (she loves cookies....) but there's no recollection of it.

The question is something she can answer, however. Even if it's with a fresh wave of timidity, staring down at the top of a scuffed Converse shoe, mumbling the name shyly. )

Charlie.

( She's feeling even more shy about the fact the girl is a girl. Charlie's not too used to being around them; the girls at school don't really talk to her and she certainly doesn't... have friends over. Lysith... Lysie... the name is hard for her to pronounce.... The Girl must be here for Peter, she figures. )

Peter's probably in his room.... But he's probably listening to music so he won't hear you if you knock. You have to shout.