"Oh," Sherry said in simple reply to Ofie's words. To Sherry, it all made sense in a way. She returned Ofie's grin. "I will." She didn't know how she'd ever decide what to do, but that was something she could worry about later.
"Yeah," she nodded. "I suppose it is. Which means you can talk to me, too. If you ever need to. Even though I keep coming to you for advice." Sherry laughed. She was glad she had Ofie. Glad she'd listen to those silly folk in the kitchen that had sent her to see out the girl who made the best cookies.