Bet I could make it a garnish if it were desiccated.

[Henry laughs, pleased with the mental picture Niles has painted for him based on Karen's strictness with his ineptitude. It's a hoarse laugh that gets some of the other workers to look their way, but Karen's fortunately busy elsewhere.]

I have to make a bunch. Fourty-something. This is the best one yet... out of twenty. [Sad thing though it is. Henry pokes the peclair. Peniclair. This isn't working.

That being said, working over here is his new idea. He surveys Niles's work, which seems better than his by a long shot, not that it's hard to do.]

Hey, you're not too shabby at this! Are you here because you secretly have a passion for pastries?