"His attempts were thwarted with the promise of cookies," Cat joked with a smile, turning to pull a plate down from the cabinets behind her. On it, she placed a few of the regular puff pastries, wrapping them a moment later in saran wrap to keep them from leaving little trails of their cinnamon sugary goodness all over whoever carried them. "Here," she turned and offered them over to Kiernan, "for the little one." There was no shame in adoring your child, in fawning over them. It was quite an attractive quality really. And though Cat had yet to meet Alana she had a feeling that if she could affect her father the way she had, she deserved every ounce of his attention.
"I think this kitchen can survive just about anything if it's still standing when I'm through everyday." She wasn't exactly the neatest chef either and at times the place could look like some sort of culinary bomb had gone off. As much as she hated cleaning, it was a necessary evil. Cat wasn't the type to leave it for her sous chefs or bussing crew to clean up. She was getting bit better about her messes, but she'd never be a neat chef. It wasn't in her blood.
Cat wasn't exactly an open book when it came to her family, but she felt that with Kiernan it was an important moment to share, to be open about such things. They all lost people important to them and those moments shaped the rest of their lives - supernatural or not. Everyone suffered in their own way and getting too lost in that could often mean losing yourself. She hadn't expected his sympathy, it hadn't been what she was after, but she felt that it was genuine nonetheless. "Thank you," she offered up a light smile of gratitude.
"Obviously I don't have a child, so I can't know how you feel about things, but I can imagine that that kind of thing isn't easy to consider. Which is why you should focus even more on enjoying the time you have with her, especially now when she's young and still thinks your the best thing on the planet. As soon as she turns into a teen, that's all over," she teased with a light wink.
Cat took a moment to wrap up just two of the other version of the puff pastry, a pair of them back to back in saran wrap. She handed it to him without need to tell him that they were his. "Bring Alana down whenever you'd like," she was genuine in that offer, "I'll teach her how to make pink cupcakes - plenty of opportunity to get messy. She'll love it."