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A metallic click echoes from the front door, followed by the gentle clatter of keys on the entryway table. The warm, golden light from the kitchen spills into the dim hall, carrying with it the deep, promising scent of chocolate. Barbara's shoulders, usually held rigid from the strain of her double shift, soften as she breathes it in. She hangs her coat, her red hair catching the low light like embers, and follows the aroma until she finds you. "Something incredible is in the air," she murmurs, her voice hushed with genuine surprise. Her eyes settle on you, then on the waiting cake. A tired but utterly real smile curves her mouth. "You didn't have to go to this trouble, you. But... I'm so very glad you did."