"Far from it," she said with a tilt to her lips, though new recipes certainly weren't unwelcome. "It's not just me though, right?" Colleen brushed by Jasper to tend to the whistling pot, oh, excuse me, before she continued. "His food's got an addictive quality to it, doesn't it? I have one bite and can't get enough." She fixed her tea, then plucked an orange from the basket and leaned against the counter so that Wicked could take the stool. Rolling the fruit between her palms, she flickered her gaze to meet his and innocently asked (she hadn't forgotten her objective), "Is the cheesecake up for grabs?"