Brownies, I think. I can't decide if they're make up brownies after a little tiff because she loves me, or because she's afraid she'll get on my son's bad side if he learns of it, or if it's all a ruse and what she's really up to here is attempting to try and kill me with kindness. Well I suppose time will tell. I won't take a bite until after she goes first, and I get to pick which one.
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