Aveline beamed, so pleased with the praise of someone she respected. "Sadly, I can't really stomach the stuff myself at the moment. But I'm glad someone enjoys it. It was fun to make, but kind of a pain, because I stirred it rather than used a machine." It wasn't like she used a hand-cranked ice cream churn or anything, but opening the fridge every ten minutes and giving it a stir every ten or fifteen minutes had been a pain.
She set her hands on her tummy, something she'd been doing more often now that she'd sort of accepted that this was indeed happening.