"Ma'am, could you please step away from the bag?" the security officer demands as he puts on his gloves, takes out a long pole thingy and proceeds to caress the outside with the pole and then poke around the inside with the pole. After several tense minutes, during which I almost confessed to the sunscreen, he was directed to the box containing the trinket. He carefully opened the box, took out the cupcake with a look on his face that expressed genuine concern that the cupcake was going to explode momentarily. Closed the box. Opened the box again. Opened the cupcake. Closed the cupcake. Caressed the cupcake. Put it back in the box.
"What is this?"
"A cupcake." Duh.
"Why is it so heavy?"
"I don't know." Duh.
He put it back in the bag and ran it slowly though the screening tunnel once again.
"For some reason, this is appearing very dark on our screen."
He returned the bag.
Luckily, he also missed this concealed weapon.
Airport security is kind of a joke.