inside

Hehe...

Go ahead, open it.

Are you sure?

Of course.

One egg, three tablespoons of sugar, yeast...

One cup of flour, two tablespoons of maple syrup...

This is...

A donut recipe?

Yes. A nice one, isn't it?

This is what my husband gave me when he proposed to me.

My family and friends chased him all the way. You should have seen him when he finally made it to me.

Your husband was the decedent?

(Nods)

We didn't have any children. Not that it was ever a problem. We were happy together, the two of us.

But we didn't want the recipe to be lost once we're gone from Laterano.

Was there a need to hide it from the executor too, though?

So, those people who tried to stop me were all part of the plan?

Consider it an old man's last little game.

I'm sure he thought I didn't know and wanted to give me a surprise, so that the recipe could be passed on to the next generation over the sound of cheering...

Here, have a donut.

I'm sure you'll like it.

How was it?

Sorry I couldn't tell you the truth. That was part of the client's will.

I still don't understand...

Why do Laterans do this sort of thing, even though it's completely unnecessary?

You said you liked sweet stuff, just like pretty much everyone else in Laterano.

The old man overheard you saying it, which was why he asked for you to deliver the recipe.

It would be even better if you learned it and made those donuts regularly.

That's how Laterans are. And you can expect more of this, if you stay on the job.

Not happy about it?

On the contrary...

I love it.

Excellent!

Congratulations on a job well done, rookie!