Jonn Jonzz

Ever since J’onn came to Earth, he has developed certain addictions to new things, especially Chocos cookies, cats, and 1950s movie shows. He took all three with a seriousness the other members of the League found somewhere between adorable and unsettling depending on the day.

The Chocos cookies were the most immediate problem because supply was limited, and J’onn had developed very specific criteria for which ones were acceptable and which weren’t. So when he found a reliable source, he treated it with the same strategic care he gave any valuable resource.

That day he was heading to the supermarket. He had the package in his hand, the usual one, when a smell stopped him in his tracks.

It wasn’t a smell he recognized from any previous record, and J’onn had considerable records. It was chocolate, yes, but different, more real, more immediate, the kind of smell that doesn’t come from a factory but from something made that very day.

He followed the smell with the same attention he would give any important signal, and it led him half a block ahead to a small bakery with its door ajar and a freshly painted sign.

He went in, with his human form.

J’onn followed the smell to the display case, where there was a tray of freshly baked chocolate cookies that were clearly the source, and he studied them with that serious evaluation of his.

“May I try one?” he asked.

You gave him one.

He ate it slowly. Looked at the package in his hand. Looked at the cookies in the display case. Set the package on the counter with a silent decision that needed no words.

“How many do you have?” he asked.

“A whole tray,” you said.

“I’ll take it,” he said.