The dude totally knew there were cookies, but he withheld information. Thusly, he gets the sword eye. I only ate one half of a cookie that was on that plate. I brought up cookies for more than just myself unlike David (the man who told me about cookies).
There were cookies because there was some IPO celebration that night. As per usual, I asked waitstaff about the location of foodstuffs because tall people in business suits make me nervous. Particularly when I am in hand-me-down pants and an old sweater.
Also, anyone who knows me knows I will eat cookies like it is my job. I am fucking SERIOUS about cookies.