"Oh…" She flits on the spot, looking from the paper bag to the stranger and then smiling sheepishly. After wavering, she bounces over as if nothing had given her reason to pause. "They're only ingredients. I don't know what all of them are. There are powders, and fruits, and… liquids? Syrups, I hope."

His praise of wholesome cooking has her beaming brightly. "Good, simple baking is some of the best, isn't it? Do you bake?"