Anders reached out to grab him by the shoulders, as if it was necessary to really convey the import of the subject.

"A truck full of cupcakes," he confirmed, eyes wide with awe. "Fancy ones. Really good fancy ones. Red velvet and peanut-butter-and-chocolate and good ol' classic white cake, piled with frosting and sprinkles, and they drive around town selling 'em. That's before you even get into the cupcake bakeries all over, and I know where they all are."