Potluck. Oh. That's a little tricky for him. He hasn't cooked anything since...wait! He still has some of his homemade fudge stored in the freezer. For some reason (a very good reason) no one wanted to sample any more of it after Givingstide. This is the perfect opportunity to get rid of--er--share it. Yes.

"Mmm, there..." he says, awkwardly placing it on the end of the dessert table and sort of fussing with which direction to face the pan. It's still frozen right now but surely it will thaw out quickly. Right?