Junior moved and motioned for her to come in closer, further along the counter so as to keep somewhat out of the way of the other customers perusing and passing from one end of the bakery to the other. He tilted his head, made a bit of a roundabout gesture with his hands, and then shrugged widely.

"I wouldn't pick favorites," he said with something of a grin. "The ones on this end are what I made today. We work down the counter-line here just so we know what's oldest at a glance."