"Oh no," he says with mock dismay, catching Alecto as he leans in, just enjoying the contact between them. "I'll just have to fill up on all the other delicious things you made instead."

He blinks, briefly surprised by the apparent change in topic, but by now he's generally familiar with how Alecto's mind works, and he half laughs when he realizes what he's implying. "We should probably give Pippa a little more notice than that, shouldn't we?" he points out, but clearly not opposed to it as he wraps an arm around Alecto, hand coming to a rest just under his navel, palm bleeding warmth through the apron and the clothes he is wearing.