"This recipe's got bayleaf and celery seed and onion powder in the dough."

"Sure as hell beats whatever the Navy probably serves on their subs."

"Oh yeah. They have too many other things going on to go for a Michelin star."

Katie has finished her bread bowl and eagerly awaits dessert.

It's not time for dessert yet! The interiors of the bowls have been turned into croutons for a Caesar salad with chicken in it.

Ooooh tasty. Katie prefers her croutons more garlicky but she's not looking a gift horse in the mouth. 

THEN it's time for dessert. Banana cream pie.

Oh dear. Katie is very not a fan of bannanas and cream, and she's at best neutral on pie. She wants to please Mo, but even that has limits. She visibly hesitates to bring her spoon to it.

"Awwwww lookit you." She snaps her fingers. The goons produce a second pie and this one is pear and almond frangipane.

"Did you have a backup ready to go for every meal you've served me?"

"No, but I pay attention to what you eat." She digs into the banana cream.

"How swoon-inducingly considerate of you." In goes the spoon. Oooohhh fuck this stuff is sweet and auspiciously textured. She stares longingly at her dining partner.

"Mind you, now you have to finish at least most of that pie yourself, since you didn't seem excited to share mine."

"Doing my best, dearest." She is. She's only been here a few days and her eating habits have already begun to adjust.

"I won't object if you save a taste for me."

"You would, wouldn't you, you greedy fucking pig." She's glad though. She may have adjusted a little, but not quite to the point where eating a whole pie in one sitting is easy, especially after two other courses.

"I like pear frangipane!"

"You seem to like anything with a calorie count in the quadruple digits, you colossal fucking lardass you."  She wishes there weren't a table in between them right now. Oh how she longs to reach out and touch Mo's colossal, lardy ass.

"It's true that I'm not very picky. Though I've never cared for guava."

"You're adorable when you eat, too. Your enthusiasm is extremely visible."

"It's one of life's greatest pleasures if you do it right."

"And you sure do know how to do it right."

"I'm glad you are enjoying the fruits, vegetables, nuts, meats, grains, dairy products, and processed sugars of my labors."

She passes her remaining pie to Mo. "Go ahead, butterball. Dig in."

Mo disappears the last sliver in three bites.