[The young man is standing in a kitchen, holding a small stack of bakery boxes. He's smiling into the screen, the bracelet settled on the counter so that he can show his armload.]

Well, I feel a little silly about this but...

[There's a soft nervous laugh, and he jostles the boxes in his hands a little.]

I had meant to bring home a treat for everyone, but then there were cupcakes just a couple of days ago - and I had to miss the baking because of work - so I'm not sure if everyone is sick of sweets yet but...

[It's a little awkward. What he'd meant to be a nice gesture just feels silly now, but he'd already planned it, so he's brought them anyway.]

If anyone still wants a treat, I've got cookies and fig-and-honey tarts and muffins in the kitchen at Sigyn house... so you're free to come by and have some.