Frankie laughed loudly and took a seat on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs. She did make a slight show of it, though he seemed slightly distracted by other things right now. "No, I didn't make you a chocolate dildo. But there are plenty of other sweets waiting to be unwrapped." Frankie nodded toward the small dinner table. "Open one.. start with the smallest." Inside, he would find perfect little chocolate truffles. Everything was handmade, including the chocolates. Frankie was very talented in the kitchen, mostly because her mother had always insisted that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach.