“Is that... you again?” “I wouldn’t miss it.” “No, silly. I meant the baked goods in the embassy were very... unimpressive.” “Ah, I see. Well, they know good quality lip balm when they see it, right?” “I admire your daring to try something new,” “Maybe not daring, Lillian. Maybe just a bit naive. I wouldn’t have thought a place that prides themselves on their pastries would serve something pre-made from a box, and baked before midnight!” “Oh, you’ve got a point there. But the good news is, they've got this amazing buttercream frosting. Maybe not the same thrill as a croissant fresh from the oven, but…” "But?" "But it’s still incredible, wouldn't you say? They sell it by the pound now, too. Smells like it always has." “Best news I’ve heard all week. However, if we’re talking sweatshop, that shouldn't be the case with this croissant. We need to talk to the Cookie Jar Killer, see what he has to say about the frosting fiasco. Find out why he's avoiding a fresh batch of buttercream every day.” “Because.” He chuckled. “He wouldn’t have made the most delicious pie filling in the process. Trust me on this one... ever since Daisy Doughty disappeared, Barry's been giving the old 'too busy' excuse." “Too bad,” she said, stepping closer. “He needs to be held accountable, authentic thoughts and dreams, not just some cheap trick.” “Authentic ingredients from a vendor you trust?” "Maybe that's why we need buy Edward's 'famous' apple pie filling in bulk... to save enough dough to last for the long haul."