Selphie ambled along, but soon found herself concentrating too hard on what she wanted to say to him on the island. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to find a way to carry her things that suited her balance better. So along she walked, trying to find something to break the small silence, and she glanced down at the basket she carried.

"I made us some cookies, too."

She'd been practising for months, her little project for the year, and they were beginning to be less and less black, and more golden brown. She was always so grateful that Kenshin ate them, and seemed to be pleased with them too. But what she really wanted was to make some he actually actively liked. It was all just cookies, but it was something to say until they got there.