“I'll do it.” Both Walker and Angeline looked confused. “Do what, Sweetpea?” Angeline, the baking goddess, asked.
“I'll do it.” Both Walker and Angeline looked confused. “Do what, Sweetpea?” Angeline, the baking goddess, asked. “Whatever you want. Be your librarian/projectionist, sell you my kidneys, give you my firstborn, whatever you want. Just pay me in cupcakes.”
