By now the smell of glaze and pastry has permeated the air. Lynn and Jeff are rolling seven foot dough snakes out onto the tables. Lynn's hands move over the dough like a concert pianist playing a crescendo. Important political analysis ensues. Lynn laughs and says that he would make Gore pay.
Country music plays from a small, flour-covered radio on a shelf.
Country is Jeff's choice of music. He has to tune-in before his dad arrives though, or it's classic rock. Lynn is a Beach Boys and Eagles fan. Or any oldies band will do. He pauses and has a puzzled look on his face.