"What do you know about my taste in men, Desmond?" CeCe asked, certain that she'd made no such preference known. In point of fact, Comfort Food was not only a very busy goddess, but one who was extremely content. It was hard to be otherwise, when she was so busy spreading it wherever she went. There was, of course, an aspect to her which also involved craving, but to take that and apply it to her sexual preferences...
Well, that really wasn't any of Desmond's business, now was it?
"I've met Greed. He can be quite charming, if the mood takes him. But I'm glad that she's doing well. Certainly, now that the divorce has gone through..." Mona should be, at the very least, feeling much, much better, and CeCe was glad of it.