Malcolm, meanwhile, turned on the stove and started steaming the broccoli, humming as he did so. While that was going, he started heating up the meat and potatoes and getting out four plates, one for each of them. "You know, I think I have some chocolate in here," he said, pulling open his sweets drawer. Malcolm didn't usually indulge in frivolous things like chocolate and sweets, but occasionally he liked a little cheat. "Ah!" he pulled out a block of dark chocolate, and broke it up, placing some on each plate and then offering her the block. "Have some, it's delicious. And fair trade, see?"