There's a bakery in the Capital a few doors down from Vade Mecum. It looks about a hundred years old.
If you can get there tomorrow, ask for a collection for Rhett. There's an extra ten dollars on the order for a drink, too. Whatever you want. Tip the rest.
Have a weekend treat on me,
Love always,
Scarlett.
[the collection will be of a box containing an assortment of pastries. Probably too many for one person to eat before they're past their prime, but enough for a wide sample.]