Crawling across the floor, L fished behind the couch for a bowl of m&ms he had clearly hidden there in a moment of premeditated wisdom. The horrific truffle disaster wasn't something he'd eat, but then again, neither were many perfectly viable dishes. Being a neurotic picky eater, a completely unacceptable dish was a matter of perspective that he simply wasn't privy to on a realistic level.

"If you want dessert, then it's in the oven. It's baked Alaska," L reported. Should she choose to investigate, she would find a puddle of melted ice cream on a cookie tray.