Please stop peddling your beguiling baked goods so early in the morning when my ability to refrain from them is at an all time low. Some of us are trying hard not to fat out of our swimsuits and your gluten-laden offerings are testing our will-power way too early in the morning.
If, however, you insist on continuing your pernicious behavior, you might consider playing a friendly tune like my neighborhood ice cream man does back in the states. That way, if someone were, say, sleeping in late, they wouldn’t miss you and your chocolate-filled narcotics. Just making a suggestion for “a friend.”