"Quicker is fine with me," Gus called back to her. He didn't think his kitchen ban had been lifted yet, although the smell made it awfully tempting to violate, "If you hurry you can catch the end!"
They were going to be left, at the end of the evening, with another lull where neither was really sure how to initiate the end. Gus wasn't sure why, but he'd source it on the fact that neither of them particularly enjoyed spending their time alone. Not so much that anything insalubrious happened, of course, but enough that there was no clear-cut end to a get-together.
He did know that he couldn't just eat a slice of cake and boot her. Maybe another movie would be the polite thing to do.
"I'm gonna come in there if you don't emerge soon," he warned, "That smells too damned good not to be shoved in my face ten minutes ago."