“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t found out what I’ve been up to.”

Her grin turned conspiratorial, jumping onto the counter and crossing her legs and resting the platter on her lap.

“But thank you, for indulging me so much and sharing these with me. I think I’m growin a dependency on your cooking.”

“Mother I crave violence.” She looks at the beignets left and holds one out to him. The chef should always taste their own food after all.

“Want one? We’re willing to share.”

“Really? You mean that? Really, really?” She’s getting a certain look in her eyes, ears raising a fraction. Nearly ever expression was intentional, perfectly mimicking a display she’d seen somewhere.

“So if I asked you’d make me some ee-two-fae?” She smiles innocently, batting her eyelashes.

“He says as he continues to feed me sweets…” She props her chin upon her fist and picks up another, nibbling it this time to savor his efforts.

“Besides, you know if I get hungry I’ve got four options just need a quick bath in the deep fryer. Or perhaps I could slow roast it? Guess we’ll find out.”

“As the saying goes, the more the merrier, my good sir. For I have not eaten in a certain amount of time and I wish to fill up on bread.” She would not be disclosing the amount of time since her last meal.

Did she remember when that was? No. No she does not. But. Potato somato.

“I did, and they were delightful. As all your cooking is. I believe I owe you two meals now, I’m getting behind.” She gives a disappointed shake of the head, swiping a finger around the platter to collect more sugar. “I’m thinking… Hot Beef and tomato aspic.”

“I want waffle fries.” The chilled Sinner picks up the plate and opens their mouth wide, letting the beignets slide down her throat. A moment later she’s coughing powdered sugar, proudly.