“They weren’t that good, were they?” I was suddenly grateful my face had the emotional range of a goldfish. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I loved them.” Technically, that was true. I loved everything about Paige, even her crappy muffins. Apparently, love wasn’t just blind, it also had no sense of taste. She laughed and shook her head at me. “I know you’re just saying that to be nice. But don’t worry, the next batch will be better. I’ve got to get this cooking thing nailed if I want to tick it off my list.”
