"Oh," she said, looking a little sheepish. "That isn't my fault, is it?" She didn't like that she'd worried him like that. "Maybe something with a little more substance, then?" She pulled some fresh vegetables she'd bought the other day out and moved over to the stove. She started some water boiling for the pasta and then pulled out a skillet to start grilling vegetables.
She'd made chocolate mousse the night before to chill and she sliced some strawberries to top it with.