Were you happy?

[She's guessing not, because of the whole disowning thing, and also Cassel, but there are other possible reasons, so she asks.]

And yeah, I'm thinking brownies with centimeter-thick fudge based icing.

[She flips through some index cards with handwriten partial recipes on them in neat blue ink, and hands Cassel one for the wet bowl.]

You take this one? I still don't have the dexterity back to crack eggs neatly.