“Of course,” Misha says as I put plastic wrap over the foil tray and hand it to him. “I’ll give it to them right away.”
Lucas observes us with an unhappy frown. “But what about—”
“I’ll make more soon,” I promise, grinning. “For dinner, I’m making enoki pasta with cashew sauce, and chocolate bread pudding with yuzu-raspberry topping. If you’re still hungry after that, I’ll make these pastries again, okay?”
Misha listens with clear envy before asking, “Do you think you’ll have some bread pudding left if I come by after dinner? The guards invited me to a barbecue tonight, but I’ll probably have some room for dessert…”
“Yes, of course.” I beam at him. “I’ll be sure to save some for you.”
“Yeah, him and half the guards,” Lucas mutters, getting up to wash his plate. “Next thing you know, we
