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I shook my head. “We stop producing cakes at seven.”

“So no more cakes.”

“No, ma’am.”

“What if I pay for the cake?”

“There isn’t anyone to make the cake right now. The bakery’s completely shut down.”

“What if I wait for a bit?”

I paused. “Waiting won’t do you any good. There’s no one here to make your cake.”

“Well, can you call someone in?”

“To make your cake?”

“Yes. Aren’t you listening?”

Miss Blue Ice Cream Spoke up. “I need help. This is melting, and I need you to help me.”

I sighed. “Then go put it back so it won’t melt. I can be there in a second to help you track down some rocky road in a blue container.”

Mrs. Carrot spoke up. “Oh, a blue container? If you like non-dairy products, there’s a rocky road in a nice light blue container at the end of the aisle, on the left. It’s tucked beside the sherbets.”

Were these people fucking serious right now?

Thankfully, Bryan came over and busted up the convention. Which enabled me to check out the three customers that had gathered around m