Here. [Thrusts a tin of cookies at Klarth. In terms of conception and execution they are close to being the ideal cookie, being baked to perfection, a solid mixture of flavors and decorated beautifully.

Unfortunately they were also made without love. They are sad, soulless cookies, totally lacking in heart or joy...the confectionery equivalent of a paper flower or a bird without wings. Woe.]

I only remembered the assignment when I saw and ate Tsuna's cookies.