Maddy + Open
“Mm-mm-mm.” The twenty-something woman in a tight sweater and vintage pedal-pusher pants peeled back a layer of plastic wrap and took a deep whiff of the brownies underneath. “Smell that!” she said to the nearest person. “Also, do I have chocolate in my teeth?” She bared them, stole a napkin off the table and dabbed it at her incisors. With her free hand, Maddy pushed the plate into a place of pride among the snacks. In the center of it, a little toothpick stood with paper taped to it. The handwritten note read: ‘Totally Normal Baked Goods.’ It was finished off with a winky face.