Miss Portman likes her cookie, fresh and warm. Mmmm, good… Thanks. 
144 cookies? What, did you get one from each elder of the tribes of Israel or something? Oy. (I want one.)
Please pay attention. The cookies were the gift of Galadriel; she owed me a favor. I thought about asking to see her boobies but judged that to be gauche.
Drat, deliciousness distracts me indubitably.