Thankfully, she doesn’t believe a word he said. She’s gonna roll with it, sure. But only in that way teenagers do when there is an adult that’s full of shit they’re trying to sell.

“Gotcha. My compliments to the baker, then. They smell amazing.”

She’s gonna wait until they cool down to eat one. Plus she jasper project to check on. Heading to one of the cabinets and pulling down a covered bowl, a note taped to the side with feeding instructions that Gwen neglected due to being elsewhere, she sets it on the counter and peers inside with a frown.

“Damn.” It’s dead starter, just a pool of flour paste that’s clearly not viable.

“So what’s with the sudden baking? And where did you get chocolate?”