God at the library

Today I helped our objectively nicest patron, who is actually uncomfortably nice and always hugs you, print out a cake recipe. She isn't the brightest and maybe has a disability. She always comes in with her husband who is quicker on the uptake but not nearly as kind. When he saw the picture of the cake he said "That doesn't look very good" and his wife said, "Well Larry, God told me to make this cake."