Isis accepted her own mug and let Lost pull her out of the kitchen and into the hallway. His room was closer, so she told him to got to his. "Yours is fine. It's a little closer." She nibbled her own cookies as well, finding that they were very good. Lost really did have a knack for cooking. She wondered why he didn't do it more often. The doll was chock full of surprises. He was an amazing singer, he played the violin beautifully, and he could cook. Isis wasn't much of a singer, then again she had never really tried before. She was learning the violin, and made very few mistakes now that Lost had taught her. And her cooking skills were nothing special, she could get by with them. At least her results were edible. She finished off her cookies and opened the door to Lost's room. It never seized to amaze her. Every time she looked into his room, the light that reflected off the hanging discs on the ceiling always made her smile. Isis loved Lost's room. His held interesting little things, while her own was quite plain. There really wasn't a whole lot in her room besides her bed and the large wardrobe.