Mr Hartman came to us as we were starting cleaning. "Hey, I saw some extra money in the drop safe. That you?"

"Oh...yeah, we left the door unlocked one night and some folks came in. I hook my phone up to the sound system and play music while we're cleaning. They wanted to stay for the music and ordered coffee and stuff. Then more of them came in last night. I guess it's a thing? Hope that's okay."

"Coffee and...?"

"Soft drinks, juice, whatever we had access to."

"How'd they pay?"

"We told them it was cash only after hours. Since we can't use the register."

He nodded. "Okay, sure. So why are folks asking me about soft pretzels?"

"Uh, yeah, we've been trying out some recipes at the house. My wife loves baking. We started bringing them over. People seem to like the pretzels with coffee."

"Haven't seen any flour go missing."

"Right, we get our own stuff. It's not on the menu, so we made up a price to cover costs and gave you half. Since, it's...like...your diner."

He scowled at me for a minute. Tsu'na did her "looking small" thing. Finally he went into the storeroom and came out with a blackboard and chalk. "Here's your menu. We'll talk about the register later. What kinda music you playing?"

"Oh, you know, mix station stuff so far. '80s, 90s and today'? We might do some album cuts if people like it."

"None of that punk or gangster crap, you hear?"

"Not a problem."

He nodded, still studying me. Then he said, "Hazel says you can use the guest room. Nice work on the bushes."

I gave him a big smile. "Thanks!"

He headed off to the kitchen. Tsu'na came close and murmured, "I do not love baking, Husband."

"Had to tell him something. This makes room for any more experiments we try to sell."

"Was I a prop again?"

"No, my love, this is business. You were a partner."

She tried to not look pleased at that.