Bailey scans their nearly empty buffet table. The cupcakes are mostly bald save for red and green streaks. Apple and banana slices are beginning to turn brown and mushy.
“Is there anything here worth eating?” Bailey demands. “I hope you weren't the one licking cupcakes.”
Richard swipes crumbs from the table onto his napkin.
“Meredith brought her children in. Nobody else was really interested in the cupcakes.”
“But people can mow down chocolate covered pretzels like they're good for them?”
“The fruitcake is worth trying. It's not as good as Stevens used to make, though.”
“I just wanted a cupcake.”