“Are these . . . ?” “Lemon-coconut-shortbread cookies with white chocolate centers, ” Oscar said, his ears turning pink. “Yes. Yes, they are.” Ruby gawked at him. “That’s . . . my mom makes . . . these are my favorite!” “Yeah, I know.” Oscar cleared his throat awkwardly and held the tin toward Nova. “I, uh, called your mom for the recipe.”
