Hell yes she'd order a dessert. A sinfully rich and fantastically chocolate-y one if she had her say on it and screw anyone who poopooed it.
Jessica snorted a little as he denied that calamity followed him around. He didn't mean for it, but he went through property damage like someone with allergies when through tissues. Part of the hero-schtick. "Oh no Luke, the apron is completely required for the deal," she grinned widely and waggled her finger. "I'm going to get the frilliest one I can find for you to wear. It'll be yellow, too, just so it matches." Really the image was too much and it took everything to keep the giggling down.