While she's fetching her notebook and drawing up some plans, Joel makes himself comfortable, leaned back in his chair, and pulls that knife over to his side of the table. He uses it to quickly slice open the bag of gingerbread cookies she handed him earlier, and contents himself to whittle at them a bit while she works, just to get an idea of how difficult this is going to be with larger pieces.

It's less of a pain than he would've thought - especially with a fresh, sharp knife, which still feels pretty novel, all things considered.

"Looks fine." Better than, really, given she actually put that much thought into it. A subtle raise of his brows is the only definitive notice that forethought elicits, of course. "You wanna open the rest of that stuff, and I'll get started piecin' it together?"