"Yeah yeah, Des is better than me. My memories would have a lot of food so they'd be great, but they're none of your business," Patrice says to Presley, almost scolding. Once he's at the bench, he reaches down to pick up the paper bag and look inside at the grey baked goods within.

"...seems weird to not tell him, doesn't it?" he asks after a moment, a little more sober as he looks up and back at Uriah. "Can't be his mom. She wasn't really around, I'm pretty sure."