I brought Cassie a single brownie when I came back from  New York.
I had considered bringing her a chocolate cake, but I didn’t see how I could manage it on the plane, what with two portfolios and a luggage cart the didn’t work very well. The cake would get squashed so I settled for a brownie.  I could have gotten more,  but I wasn’t sure how good they were.
Yesterday, when we were buying  coffee for Jeff at Starbucks,  I got Cassie another brownie. 
I asked, “Is this brownie as good as the one I brought you from William Greenberg’s Desserts?”
“It’s better,” she said,  “more chocolate and fresher.”
“I wondered about that brownie,”  I confessed.
“It was sweet of you, though,” she said.