"That's only because you haven't tasted it," insisted his wife, brushing past any ridiculous notions that she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Vaine had the strangest ideas, especially when it came to her. Rose colored glasses, she supposed.
She distracted herself by pulling off a bit of the feather light, sugary perfection and popping it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and made a very pleased sound. "Try some!"