Or maybe so someone can give me a cookie recipe that doesn't taste like you're eating sugary drywall.

[ Or, really, so he can try to figure out the missing gaps in his memory and why he's got this weird feeling that he can't shake about this town he's so familiar with.

Another insistent gesture with her money. At least the girl has managed to wrangle a small smile out of him. ]

Come on, yo. If you wanna actually make me feel better about these crappy cookies, you'll take the money back.