"Oh! You are too sweet," replied the wife cheerfully. And, noticing him for the first time, she smiled towards their shared nephew. "Cato! You don't have to do that."
"I, ah, don't mind," he said, avoiding Hera's gaze as much as she avoided his. Standing, he handed her the slightly bruised pastries. "You okay, [auntie]?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, you two, honestly." Hestia sat the tray down. She'd have to replace the eclairs, sadly, but no way was she going to give dirty and damaged food to her customers. "May I ask what you brought, June?"