"Sure," he agrees with a small shrug. "Not very many, and most of them are really hard to get your hands on and are pretty traceable."

That's not the point, though. Actually, he's not sure what the point is, but he wouldn't be handing out cookies if he thought they might harm people. It's part of the reason he tried them first. The other part is that he really likes raw cookie dough. He pulls out a chair across from Alex and sets the plate between them. Still an offer, though he won't be offended if Alex doesn't end up taking any.

"Think about it, though. So far, we've been given plenty of stuff. All sorts of stuff on Christmas, and plenty of things even before that, right? Some of which has been edible. And nobody's died from it yet. Besides, whoever's brought us here keeps giving us tools to survive, ways to keep making it. Why would they suddenly poison us with a batch of cookies?"

He did think this through. He might be impossibly cheerful and optimistic, but he's also not an idiot.