Um. I seem to have made myself a Judaic Faux Pas. See, I'd forgotten how long Pesach lasts, and Nora can't eat the shoggoth-bread I gave her, or technically even handle it. However, she assures me that there's a technicality that if she finds leavened bread (like the loaf I left in her mailbox) she can give it to someone who doesn't practice her faith. Luckily, her daughter is gentile, so it will get eaten. And technically it's already covered in the cloth that keeps her from actually coming in contact with it.
So, yeah. I try, but I stumble -- it's a good thing I have neighbors and kind and understanding as Nora.
Which means, of course, that I have to make sure there's another fresh loaf waiting for her on Monday night, when it won't get her into trouble.