"It was fun," she shrugged, taking the batter-filled pan and putting it into the already heated oven. Now they had fifteen minutes or so to kill before the next batch could go in.
"I had a dream about a psychic." It was a little random, but this was Parker. "Well, not a real one. He just read people's reactions and stuff. I didn't like him." She intentionally didn't say why. "He was scamming people who were grieving out of a lot of money, so we shut him down."