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[Today, in Raphael's committed plan to not just stare at the wall and mope in a admittedly pathetic manner, Raphael has decided to do some proper cooking. Not just vaguely shoving food in the oven, not just swallowing a salad without much enthusiasm. Baking! Actual baking! Like he used to do when he was a kid.
So, the moment he got back from work he took out the required equipment, put on a apron (yes, he has a actual apron) and got down to some deeply happy cooking. The proper type, the wonderful type, the fun type...
The rather involved type.
He now appears to have more cookies than he knows what to do with, all of them cooling neatly in his kitchen.
This is a new state of affairs.]
...Would anybody like some cookies?