"Wait, I brought something for you, too. Well, for everyone," he corrected himself. He bent over and carefully pulled the trifle out of the fridge. "Behold, my not-a-pavlova. You’re right, they are a pain in the arse to make. Harry dropped a Mega Blok into the merengue, but other than that, I thought I followed the directions perfectly. But I ended up forgetting the nonstick paper, so it got stuck to the pan. I tried to pry it off with a spatula, but it didn’t work, so then my friend’s wife told me to try a butter knife, and I did, but then I think I pushed too hard, and the merengue broke, and..."