Rowena, he thought, her laugh was just as infectious as her smile.
"You know, me too," he admitted. He had tried to speed things up with other meals, and ended up ruining the flavour completely, and he feared the same thing would happen with the pudding if they were to try it.
Then, he remembered something. "You know, there's a nice little restaurant a couple of hundred miles from here, which sells the best pie I ever ate. It's not pudding, but it will help you forget about it until it's ready."