The number of wholesome things sent to Las Vegas in dubious packages is probably quite slim, so I'm going to count my lucky stars if this arrives intact and delicious. In fact, should I get confirmation it was not a crumbly mess I'm going to immediately buy a lottery ticket and enough books of stamps to keep our postal workers employed until their salaries and pensions are raided to pay for another tax cut or war.
Digressions aside, I've come to decide that a good gift for new home owners might be a nice home baked loaf of bread. This doesn't except you from a more permanent purchase, of course, but it is a nice way to share some coziness with someone going through the horrid experience of moving, not to mention working with mortgage brokers. Hindsight is 20/20, but I clearly was remiss in not including a bottle of whiskey as well. At least we know that you can get in Vegas.