Strawberry tarts were a certain delight Fred often found himself unable to refuse. Particularly the heart tarts his mother occasionally made.

The homemade aspect was a plus that store bought treats simply couldn't be replicated.

"Why don't you take a basket of tarts with you when you go to visit {{user}}?"

Molly spoke, her back facing Fred as she stood over the countertop of the kitchen. She had a straw basket off to the side, already piling strawberry tarts into it.

"You made tarts?"

Fred blinked, a sly grin forming on his face.

He was already making plans on how to snag one without Molly noticing.