"What? Oh, no," Elora says with a quick shake of her head, huffing out a short laugh. "The muffins are for anyone. All shapes, sizes... heights." It's an amusingly ridiculous notion, distributing muffins based on how tall or not someone is. Of course, she's sure people have discriminated on far stupider bases before, but it certainly would never have crossed her mind to do so while she was baking, as if there were some sort of you must be this short to eat delicious baked goods requirement.

The thought makes her miss Willow, an ache in her chest, though the corners of her mouth curl into a smile as she pictures him standing next to this very tall, red-haired man.

"I just wasn't expecting it. Someone so tall, I mean. But, please, take some. I may have gone a little bit overboard."