He made a joking swipe to catch her tongue, and was actually close. He chuckled at making a show of being a lady.
"Den t'ank God it's not triplets or dere'd be a flock of finches eatin' up de sweets."
He snatched the last one and chewed, eyes closing in simple pleasure. Beignets would always be better than donuts, possibly having competition with pop-overs.