[That gets a look from him, or as much of one as can be given with half his face concealed behind a wall of hair. Sweet nachos with cheese that tastes like ice cream. Not sure how I feel about that, but I'm willing to try it if ever you decide you want to make it again, for the masses, of course. I'd thought about making something for the apartment while I have the supplies myself. You're welcome to what I bake, if you'd like. [Not that he'd expect she'll want to take him up on that offer, given the looks she was giving him earlier.] Just not what I keep in the jar. Private stash, you see.