He's doomed. How can he possibly pitch or even bat like this!?

Emporio clings to his blanket. He's doing an awful good job of delivering the reminder that, at the end of the day, he is very much still a child.

Which is helped a bit by the fact that as fresh baked cookies approach, the boy's eyes light up.

"Y- ...Really? You brought cookies?!" Well, obviously yes really, they're right here but-

"...Thanks..."

He's not going to cry over it, but honestly it's a bit tempting.