"Ah," Nicodemus said, as we reached the pool of light around the conference table. "Mr Dresden. I'm glad to see you here on time. Will you have doughnuts?"
I looked past past him to the snack table. It was indeed piled with doughnuts of a number of varieties. Some of them even had sprinkles. My mouth started a quick impression of a minor tributary.
But they were doughnuts of darkness. Evil, damned doughnuts, tainted by the spawn of darkness...
...which could obviously be redeemed only by passing through the fiery, cleansing inferno of a wizardly digestive tract.
Welcome back, Harry Dresden. I've missed you.