For near a week, per their bet, Ben would leave a dish of personally baked cinnamon rolls at his door. They would be accompanied with little subtle yet flirtatious notes. On the last day, however, he decided to be a little less vague on his feelings-
It's your last day of cinnamon rolls. But you're going to have to come and get this one from me.
I got a boat for us. And I promise I even have an umbrella for your intact skin.