"But you don't have to miss arse cakes," James pointed out, amused. He toyed with her hair, fingertips brushing the silky locks over her temple and down her neck. He really, really loved her hair. It was as fiery as the rest of her. He laughed. "And, if you keep your word on that, neither will I."
Some of it might end up in the rubbish bin, but James definitely planned on eating some of them. He liked her cooking for sentimental reasons, not gastrointestinal ones. It would remind him of her, and of a time when things were simpler. Relatively speaking, anyway.