Mary: Paul, your forbidden fruit gilded currant plait looks delightful
Paul: Mary, the key to this bake is to have grown up your entire life with the sole intention of baking this exactly once and then dying
Mary: you’ve been rather scarce on the instructions, haven’t you?
Paul: yes, I really want to test the baker’s knowledge of the arcane, so I’ve left them a simple note to go fuck themselves and a loaded gun
Mary: oh you are cruel Paul! *they both chuckle and put both entire hands into the baked good before them*