Dora had not helped with the Gobstones win, but when she smelt cookies she peered over the back of the sofa she was currently stretched out on. Her nose could sense sweets from a kilometer away... Okay, maybe not that far, but she was much like a blood hound when it came to confectionery delights.

Hmmm...

Watching Olivia dance (?) Over, the older blonde eyed her HoH and rolled off the sofa. Literally, okay? Rolling onto her feet, Dora stretched before beginning to inch her way forward. Newton was the only professor she trusted to take food and drink from, after all...

Inch... iiiinnnncchhhhhh... INCH!

Was he willing to share with those not of the gobstone playing variety? HMMMM?