[Emil jogs up to him, clutching the bag with the cookies to his chest. It can't replace Luke or Xion, and he knows that, but he still wants to do something for his friend.]
I, um... I thought... here. I made these for you.
[And he holds the bag out, looking at once sheepish and hopeful.]
[Action]
I, um... I thought... here. I made these for you.
[And he holds the bag out, looking at once sheepish and hopeful.]