Somebody needs to teach this kid about stranger danger.

[By now, Gandhina has come trotting in as summoned, and is once again attempting to sit near Albert's feet and wag her tail at the same time, which resorts in a fair amount of squirming and butt-shuffling on her part. He gives the cookies another glance, apparently debating, and then shakes his head.]

I still want a look, as a precaution; this stuff can work on contact, even if you don't ingest or inhale it. And the last thing we need is somebody competent out of commission. Keep an eye on the kid, and I'll go see what I've got in the back.