"Then I'll maybe make something less inclined to get him to fall in love with me." Annie still didn't entirely think it'd actually happen, that she'd meet his father the angel, but still. "But I'll bring him sweets, if you think it'd help!" She took one of her own pastries, making a happy noise as she tasted the mix. She was just happy it had all turned out; to have talked a big game about cooking and being a chef and then making crap would have probably killed her.
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