Cass, not much of a man for talk - more due to a speech impediment than a lack of things to say - nodded and held up the pie and cookies as he silently formulated how to say what he wanted to. "That's me. Congratulations on the t-twins, Dean." He looked over his shoulder at his car, "Am I g-good where I've parked? Could mo-oo-ove it if you want."