"You got cookies up there?" Eddie's tone turns resentful, too resentful to be genuine, verging into a little bit of theatrics. He can't help it – the potential promise of seeing Susannah, even if Nadine really can't find her and this all comes to nothing, is perking him up a little. "Damn. How the other side lives. What kinda cookies?" His eyes narrow. "If it's that bullshit with raisins and oatmeal you can stick your cookies where the sun don't shine. That's just the kind of fucked-up shit that Ambrose prick would love, I bet."