See, I was already up by the time this panel happened because we had to drag our luggage to the car EARLY. When you’re on the 12th floor of a hotel, you do NOT count on the elevators. ESPECIALLY if you’ve got huge suitcases to lug behind you. All this matters because… I kind of locked all my food in the car in the process. Hence, brownie lust.

(Historical Notes: …and now, six years later, I’m hungry AGAIN.)