[ He can't fool her, even when he tries. She knows him well, intimately, now, a fact she remembers at the worst times — like right now, watching him try not to show that he's jealous over cake. Her body remembers how possessive he could get and how much she liked it. At least she's good at suppressing her shiver. Mostly. She's going to at least pretend like he is fooling her. She can give him that much, if she can't give him anything else, and she stands next to him, considering. ] Probably not cake, if you're not having it. The slices are too big for one person.

[ If he wanted to share, though... She's not against the idea. Instead, she hums, glancing over the pastries in the case. ] Pumpkin scones look good.

[ She turns to him. ] What do you think?