A list. He snorts out a laugh but follows her over to the picnic table. "I am more than obliged to tell you everything you need to know. As long as there's cake," he says, reaching for the cake box and the fork. He isn't sure what exactly is on her list, but he imagines it's gonna be amusing.

He rips the lid away from the box, twirls the fork between his fingers, and digs off a hunk of it. "Fire away, Dorothy," he says.