“What’s so funny?” asked Katie, wiping down the counter. Yolks on You served a small selection of food items, and the smear of egg salad from lunchtime disappeared under her cloth.
“Dom’s making a pie for the contest tomorrow,” said Kiko, slipping his phone back in his pocket. He brought over two plates and an empty eggnog glass, still smiling. “He thinks he actually has a chance.”
“His cooking’s that bad?”
Kiko took the cloth she handed him to wipe down the tables.
“He can cook a few meals fine. Nothing complicated, but his baking…”
“Should I warn Elena?” asked Katie. She and Elena were friends—Elena had opened a chocolate shop in Mount Angus a couple years ago and was on the panel of judges for the Knee High Fourth of July Festival this year. Kiko chuckled.
“Now that wouldn’t be fa
