There's a moment where Bash considers ruffling Max's hair, but he refrains for the moment. Get something low-octane into the guy, then see where he's at on touch. Yep, that's the plan. The magic of barista-ing happens, and shortly, Bash returns to Max's side with drink and a plate of the promised cookies. Biscuits? How does one categorize madeleines?

"Here you go, sweetheart. What's your name?"