"Always hungry for whatever you're offering," I reply, slipping in a little innuendo and hardly blushing at all. He pulls away from me and moves with a flourish, and I watch him fondly as I take my seat. His demand for a report on his new creation makes me huff out a laugh and I nod, reaching out to lift my wine glass and take a small sip. "I would expect nothing less."

The food really does smell incredible and I inhale deeply as he dishes out a plate of food. The steak is thick and looks perfectly cooked, and my stomach rumbles in anticipation. I've barely eaten today, aside from all the sugary snacks that I either had to eat or endure a series of pouts for not eating (so I ate them obviously). "Thanks, Bits. This all looks amazing."

In reaching eagerly for my fork, I forget about the twinge in my shoulder and wince slightly, chuckling a little. "The kids thought the best way to celebrate my birthday was to pelt me with water balloons, tackle me to the ground, and dog pile on top of me repeatedly," I tell him, trying to sound annoyed though my expression is hopelessly fond. "Scarier than any D-men I've ever faced."