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Hmm, if it weren't for Pandora's pastries, I would have been sure that Kyle was a snowman-maniac who ate pies and melted from their delicious taste, but now I don't even know what to think. Maybe he was testing me, blocking me, or saving me from a killer, i.e., he was a summer guy... [br][/br] the clue was most likely a Roman candle or firework).