“Like the secret recipe to Coke.” Dale nodded. Sometimes on Earth companies paid big for production rights. Granted, in the future if he sold the right to Oreos or knockoffs he might have Nabisco naming him in a personal lawsuit, but that was a problem for later. As long as they didn’t say Oreo on them he was probably safe—the idea of a sandwich cookie wasn’t unique to Oreo anyway, and since he honestly didn’t know the recipe, there was little chance of him accidentally duplicating it. A pair of chocolate biscuits with some sort of creamy filling was the basic goal. “As long as someone else does the cooking. Can Starlight?”