For shame the small amount of faith they'd put into Emma on the simple thing she needed to contribute. She was chocolatiering like it was no one's business, easy to make or not.
"Babe, you're a fiend in anything you take on. Corporate, business, teaching, the bed sheets. This cooking stuff? In the bag." Tony could bullshit if he wanted but there was no need to with Emma. It was all truth, and he'd get her to believe him one way or another. "I've got a sweet tooth alright." He smirked, turning his face into the crook of her neck for a quick peck/nibble to her neck.
Sweet things weren't his all time favorite but food and Emma? Those he'd always be in the mood for.