[Between one moment of attention and the next, the dessert plates are filled with delicious, berry-filled goodness that you know instinctively know to be yours and yours alone.
On Miranda's plate is a lattice-top pie, the crust golden and deliciously flaky, the berries within packed close within a custard filling.
On Aeon's plate sits a cake that might have come from the finest of Pavo bakeries, almost more a work of art than anything so base as simple 'food'. Delicate layers of a chocolate cake so dark it's almost black are separated by airy drifts of rose cream and berry filling, with tiny flakes of rose gold spilling from the top and down to the swirling fruit coulis decorating the plate.]