“I suppose that this is no one’s fault, specifically, but I have been unable to stop thinking about cinnamon rolls since I saw you pedaling the other day. You see, the soft-looking flesh that I saw reminded me of this particular morning treat. It was like the second dough rising when the smooth buns rise gently above the lip of the pan. I can’t be the only one who thought this. You should protect yourself, lest someone tries to sprinkle you with cinnamon or squirt you with glaze….”