Daphne stood as Theodore bolted into the kitchen, but before she could move into the next room, he was back standing before her. She wasn't sure if the situation was comedic or slightly vexing. Daphne's green eyes settled on him, and she nodded. "Yes, I recall that. Self-fulfilling prophecy?"
"Is it completely inedible? We could always go out, and," Daphne held out a white box, "well, there's still dessert."
She was rather sure she wasn't being too helpful, but she didn't want him to feel horrible about his cooking excursion. She had never cooked anything. Save for a bit of cheese on toast every now and then. Plus, she didn't want to emasculate him by taking too much charge. Yes, her mother's slightly old-fashioned teachings on manners were still ingrained within her.