Francine dug out two slightly sticky squares and slid them onto a paper plate, then grabbed another one for herself, sans flatware. "I guess it depends. I can make dinner things, but I don't do it much here because the kitchens are so small. Cookies and cakes, stuff like that. Ooh, and brownies -- I made brownies for Chuck."

She snatched up a couple of napkins, since lemon bars are notoriously powdered-sugar-shedding, and carried the plate back over to hand to Arthur. "They're a little gooey, sorry, 'cause they're still warm."