"I'm sure it's secret talent," she said, returning to the table and pulling the sides off the cheesecake pan. "You don't strike me as a liar. If you are, you're very good at it, so therefore, not horrible."
She shrugged, cutting fairly generous wedges and serving them out, then dashing back for the wine bottle to top off their glasses. "To half-edible cheesecake."
She cut off a bite with her fork, waiting for him to do the same, then put it in her mouth and sighed. Better than half, really...