She hands me the bag. I look at it, then look at her. “What am I supposed to do with this, eat it?” She laughs. “No, although you could probably eat the whole thing and not gain a pound. Stupid men.” I smile. “You’re going to help me frost them.” “I have no idea how to do that,” I say. “Have you held a fire hose before?” “Of course.” “This is nothing like that.” Now I laugh. I’m comfortable. Relaxed. Totally the opposite of an hour ago at the bar. She smiles with her eyes. “I’ll show you.”
