Sam would have been all for it, even if part of him would have realized that the middle of a bookstore, even one owned by another wolf and family friend, was really not the place for it. "I'm sure we could use something. Pie or bread. None of us ended up with the baking gene." And of course Gabriel ran a bakery. He remembered that from somewhere. And it definitely made the scents he was picking up making more sense to him.

Maybe it wasn't 'destiny'. Maybe it was just Gabriel being around baked goods.

If his wolf could have scoffed, it would have.