Gideon never minded when Amelia had evidence of her cooking on her person. It was pretty funny, whether it was just a smudge of flour on her cheek which he wiped away with a finger or crumbs in her hair, Gideon got a kick out of knowing she'd been cooking up a storm. He wasn't cocky enough to say he thought it was funny because he knew it was all for him. He was pretty sure a good deal of it was for herself because she wanted to be cooking something, but they both knew he loved food. And now, with Molly gone, there was one less person to feed him. Apparently, Amelia was deciding to pick up the slack.
"Pretty sure no cheesecakes could make me sing a different tune," Gideon disagreed, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her back. But it was a good thing Mel told him not to answer her question because he would've probably said something really embarrassing about being able to eat only desserts for a meal. Not making something else would probably not be the biggest deal in the world, aside from the fact that desserts weren't designed to be filling and Gideon would've wound up eating twice as much as he should've and been hungry again hours later. "You were really busy, weren't you?" he asked, getting a plate and a fork and stabbing a pork chop with the tines to get it onto his plate.
"We're just going to have to make you nocturnal like I am now," Gideon quipped with a smirk on his face, bending down and kissing her now before he started eating his food. It was still a little weird for him, working as late as he was in the village. He used to be awake in the mornings, but now he was sleeping until the early afternoon. It was unusual, but he knew if he wanted to change jobs he only had to ask his nephews. After realizing he'd forgotten one, he grabbed a knife from the drawer and put his things on the table. "Come on, take a break and eat. I'll clean up later."