"Our Grandmother always made these," I say. Emelia stares at me. "You've never had these before?" The girl shakes her head, and my eyes widen. "Well then," I say. "You'll just have to try them when they're done." Emelie smiled a bit. "But," I say. "You have to help me make them first." She smiled even brighter, nodded, and scurried over to me, peeking over the edge of the table.