Chemy stepped out of the Shoppe's kitchen, oven mitts over his lab coat, flour gently dotting his hair and safety goggles. He had a tray of fresh cookies in one hand, a spatula in the other.

"Ace! Good to see you. I see you're bleeding, as always, poor thing. Sit down with your friend, let me get you both tea and cookies. I'll just be a minute."