The words were sweet, though they brought up a sad memory of another man she'd once adored with all her heart and soul. Remy had said much the same thing on various occasions, always in the same light tone. Apparently she had a type - stubborn, handsome, and loved a good challenge.

Smiling softly at his instruction, she rebelliously went for the pudding first, scooping up half a spoonful to taste, letting the flavor coat her tongue and enjoying what of it she could actually taste. "It's good," she informed him, the barest hint of mischief in her gaze before she turned her attention to the soup, which was also pronounced to be good.