[ Maeve is slower to finish hers, letting it sit in the wrapper on his desk. She frowns, staring at the pastry for answers. If only pastries could talk, for they have hold all Truths within their sugary, baked goodness. But cupcakes are notorious liars and should not be trusted. This is why you must eat them on sight. ]

...Is this right? Getting them involved like this. What if we really find something there? I mean, I don't think we are, for the record, but... if we did, what do we do?

[ She pulls her lips into a thin smile. ]

Maybe I'm just over-invested. But... I like the people here. Really like them. I didn't think I would. And I don't want that to change.