Kyle shook her head, the amazement clear in her blue eyes. "Girl, you are truly a force to be reckoned with," she murmured, smirking as she took another sip of her water. She was not above devouring the food with gusto even as they spoke, since "ladylike" manners had been skipped in her British upbringing. "I've always admired people who can cook, but I'm even more amazed at those who bake bread for some reason. It just seems so different."
She knew that Marie was talented, of course, and the mention of who she might or might not be seeing was much more important than even food. "It's a little hard to see someone when you're a succubus," Kyle allowed with a sympathetic nod. "But there's a look a girl gets about her when it happens." Her gaze held the other woman's as if to say 'you've got that look'.
"It's not impossible to do, though. Just so you know."