Herkimer walked into the garage just as the belt sander wound down.
Herk said, I baked peanut butter cookies last night, cleaned up in the kitchen and everything. Cookies were good, too.
Where are mine? I asked.
Tildy told me, Herk continued as though I had said nothing, "They're not as good as mine." What's with that? Didn't stop her from eating four of 'em before she went to bed.
Herk, I said, it's an all around win for Tildy, and you win, too, if you just eat cookies and keep quiet. And agree with her; maybe she'll bake next time!
Herk offered me his recipe. Thanks, I said. You used the one on the Jif jar, didn't you?