"Well, I grew up on a farm. My dad would've disowned me if I hadn't learned."

Enid smiled. The planks had been cut to masterful standards. Little Hershel Rhee was staying in her room for the moment, but now, they had the means to build him his very own.

"Where is the little guy, anyway?" asked Maggie.

"I saw him in the kitchen with Glenn when I was coming out."

She gasped. "So, he was serious about those red velvet cookies?"

"Yup! I think he's still just mixing it." Enid slowly smiled. "Break time?"

Maggie grinned. "Break time."