"The feeling's more than mutual," Meg replied, her whole demeanor softening a touch to paint the picture of a girl head over in heels in love. An unorthodox girl granted but the loved-up part was unmistakable. At Carmel's gesture, she had to think about how hungry she actually was, otherwise she was liable to gorge herself until she threw up - a course of action she didn't actually relish. That said, she didn't plan on denying herself either and took a couple of steps closer to check out Carmel's handiwork, suitably impressed on seeing that they looked as good as they smelled. "Five, please," she said, utterly unfazed by the smirk she was on the receiving end of, instead looking faintly smug as she lent against the counter.