Or cookies. I don't think she's that picky about baked goods, as long as they're good.

[She goes still a bit as Rakka speaks, taking a long, long drink from her mocha. She comes away with a small dot of whipped cream on her nose, which she hurriedly scrubs away.]

I- thank you. I knew that. I mean, it's not something I ever worried about, ever. [hic] I- like I said, you're a really good friend. Everyone here has been, I know people don't leave because they choose to, or-

[Penny takes another quick, avoidant sip of her drink.]

Um- did. Something specific. Make you think about that?