*grin* Dude, you're acting like I need to be coerced. I think the indentation of my arse on the couch and the cup of tea I'm nursing every minute or so like it's the One Ring ("my...precious!) makes it clear that the Dark Side doesn't even need to have cookies to make me join.

At this point I'm wishing I had more toffee. Warm treacle toffee at the bottom of my cup = mega win.