"Okay."

Matt nods. "Good enough for me. Bar, can I have some foil?"

She produces a modest amount of aluminum foil, and he wraps up a pair of potato halves to take home.

"I was mostly planning to bake and dash, tonight," he says, peering at the glass dish and the sign. "But I feel good about this. Go crowdsourcing."

There's a slightly ironic lilt to his tone: by Matt's time, crowdsourcing has been critiqued to kingdom come, and hasn't yet come back around into the realm of acceptable practices.