Remy withheld a cough as she gave him what could have literally been a rib-crushing hug. Right, Carol. He stretched a little to avoid rubbing his chest; he still didn't want anything to bring it up.
"I'm sure, dun ya be worryin' your pretty head." He looked over the ingredients. "Like I said, dis is no-bake. Juss settin' t'ings toget'er, which is good for givin' ya a feel of how t'work in de kitchen. And it's a great dessert." He grinned, picking up the plate with some slabs of sponge cake. "We gon' turn dis into tiramisu."