I mean who would really know? Apart from us and the chef of course. [ There's a hint of a challenge in there somewhere, something that alludes to Hilda really saying that if Gideon did that, she'd more likely to cheer her on than admonish her. A feathery light sigh accompanies her shrug. ] But then again you're right. And not to mention you might not have room for any other desserts. Now that would be the real shame.

[ She happily obliges Gideon's request, loading one of each onto the plate before moving over to the tower of croissants, stuffed to the brim with some sort of cream. As she tries to decipher what flavours there are, she casts a curious sidelong glance at her new, and undeniably attractive, companion. ]

Am I allowed to ask what kind of world you came from where they didn't have any desserts?