Iris, who was no chef and certainly not the domestic type (though she'd played that role in a successful job once) looked down at the sticky bun and let the smile show a little bit. She was grateful for Peter's assistance in the thing they were but weren't talking about, and if sticky buns was all that it would take, then she'd keep giving them to him until he passed out from the sugar intake.
"Yes but... this is a little extreme, don't you think?" she asked, anxiously, trying to read how he felt about it. She thought that there was no place he would rather avoid being than in one of her nightmares--who would want to go through that?