"The cinnamon rolls, fresh out of the oven, just this morning. And did I notice just a hint of cardamom, too?" "Indeed you have a discerning palate, Mitsy. Cards, cinnamon, and that special ingredient - love, of course! It makes the dough sing, doesn't it?" "I have no idea on earth why your bakery gets so crowded all the time, Sven. Headache inducing if you ask me. It smells divine. Truly." "Compliments like yours always put the twinkle in my eye. Which is formidable given I bake sixty-dozen of the begging-pizzazz@sana cortical anthropalis every single lore. That corps knows, yes?"