He's been working as hard as he could, tossing batch after fruitless batch of failed creations and in a rage torn down half his home in the process. Eventually, he'd managed to make his cookies, in their perfectly heart shaped designs with icing decals in perfect, identical order. Bagged, bow tied and ready, Lew made his way back towards his Master, gently knocking on the door to ask for entry. "Master..?" He calls quietly, shifting the bag with uncertainty. Would this... upset, his lord?