All at once Donnie straightens. "Yeah, sure! No probbles," he says, maybe too hurriedly, but he's got all this nervous energy and nothing to put it towards until the direction from Mikey.

He moves to start gathering the offending cookies, taking them to the trash bin to deposit. The scraping sound is really gnawing at his nerves but he puts up with it as best he can while he cleans up. When that's done, he moves to start putting away some of the remaining ingredients, tossing away anything that looks like it'd be better suited for the garbage.

"Oh yeah, Mikaela's got a tree up in the bar. The whole place is decorated too, for the holidays I guess." He tries to ignore that annoying pang that comes up whenever thoughts of home get stirred up. "-anyway, there's a crafting station so you can make and add your own ornaments. Figured I'd let you know."