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Following a good -natured scrap about who is going to pay for our lunch, Stella has conceded defeat and Carl has taken out his wallet and reaches now for his credit card. They are a bit tinged with a certain subtle combative tone, rather like two siblings who have often expressed their deep mutual love through competitive sniping. Smiling wryly she says to us, "how do you like having rich friends?" "Haven't complained lately", I respond. Caspar is now completely held inside hnself. Erik appears to be taking interest, and has been furtively eyeing our new companion through dessert, cheesecake for everyone. "We're going to arrive early", say I, since traffic seems pretty gentle today. "I have an idea", chimes Carl. "Let's stop at that bakery on Commercial Drive. "For cookies!" "We've had our dessert, buddy", say I To Stella he says grinning, "Wanna cookie, little girl?"