Lo and behold, someone comes bearing gifts. Gifts in the form of a baking tray covered with a plain white cloth (smells like apples and oatmeal and sugar and butter). Someone is also duly impressed with what's already on display.

Cain may not be the most accomplished cook of them all, but he does know his way around rustic and comforting. He sets the tray down in a good spot and scribbles down "apple pie crumble" on a napkin.

It'll be good to meet people in a setting like this. More than good: necessary. Vital.