"Choo choo!! Hey Chri-, oh- Christopher, did you like your lavish, soul cooked dish, made by the oh so devilishly handsome chef Chooch?"
"I did indeed, my dear," Christopher replied with a genuine smile, trying his best to ignore how silly Maika looked in that chef's costume. It was mostly working, as his tone and expression remained honest.
"It was perhaps your best work yet. Thank you so very much for cooking for me, Maika. That was very kind of you."
Twisting the fake mustache with a finger, Maika chuckles with a smirk on her face. "I'm glad you liked it, for I did cook it with lots of love, hard work, and I might have popped a finger off in the process..."
With a light hearted laugh Chooch pulls another covered tray out from behind her back. "However, I have brought dessert, since I may or may not forgot to do it a few days ago."
Christopher's smile faltered slightly at the mention of a potential injury. In the kitchen. While preparing his food. Dear lord, he better not have consumed a finger...
His eyes lit up with interest at the mention of dessert, though. "Oh, dessert? How you spoil me, my dear," he chuckled, looking at the tray expectantly. He distantly hoped that it did not contain ladyfingers of any kind, or he might just have a conniption. "What is it?"
With the swivel of her arm Chooch brought the tray down and took off the lid. The dessert was a cream brulee, with blackberries and strawberry syrup carefully placed on the porcelain plate. With a bow Chooch puts on a very fake French accent, intending to be funny and satirical.
"For ze Christopher, cream brulee."