Oh yeah, they were like... perfect affluenza-afflicted heirs that decided to throw it all away. Like, my dad's parents own hospitals and work in banking, while my grandmother runs -- er, ran -- an accounting firm for high-yield accounts. They decided to go and like... literally become puritans, if my name didn't give it away.

[And explained her fury regarding cults.

Annie's dimples throw her off and she feels her face run hot. Did she have a thing for dimples now? What the heck??]

I can imagine. I know a bit about baking but I stay away from chocolate. I think I might set it on fire by accident, or scorch it, you know?