Charlie's enthusiasm could be annoying at times, especially when it involved messing up Julian's impeccable fashion sense. His sleeves were being wrinkled by her haste, and Julian could only imagine what filth was finding its way onto his shoes as he was dragged through nearly every puddle between their business and destination. They arrived to a decadent display of culinary creations, and Julian had just finished tidying up his outfit when someone tugged on his shirt again. Whirling with fury upon the offender, his ire was prematurely silenced by the kind demeanor of the old woman. 

"A few quick questions before we inevitably solve the case and reunite you with your precocious jewelry," Julian requested, pulling out a pen and a pad of paper. "How certain are you that the ring is in this particular cake? Can you describe the ring, and its approximate value? Is there a jewel on it? Do you know anyone who would want to steal the ring intentionally, or do you believe it to be an honest mistake? And, most importantly, how much are the cinnamon rolls, because they look absolutely delicious?"