I'm just kind of used to my friends that won't let me tell them no, either, I think. Moca would have tried again while my back was turned, though.

[There's a moment of simple joy as she watches Tangle enjoy the treat; she wanted to write down somewhere that the spice that looked and tasted like cinnamon seemed to do the job, but that could wait a bit, since she'd likely remind herself when she ate one of these for herself. She giggles at the compliment.]

I kind of do, honestly? I help at my parents' cafe, and this is part of what I do for them. I teach a little bit of it, too, but not as much.