Viper gladly reached out for the bag, but Scythe, still in his coyote form, leaped over, putting his head threw the bars and snapping at Sands's hand. Viper grabbed the bag. "Scythe! You'll get us in trouble I think these are cookies!" She yelled at her brother. He growled but backed away, shifted, and grabbed a cookie.
"Well, as close as the cafeteria can make them. Home cooked ones are always better." He said conventionally as he sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall.