"Cake?" It's not what I expect, but I'm also not used to compliments. I'm not sure where he's going with the thought, and I don't want to agree to something that will get me in more trouble later.
Vincent looks like he's going to have a heart attack on the other side of the table as he glowers in my direction, and I do my best to ignore him. I refuse to admit I'm in over my head.
"Yes, we have a bakery down the road. I told my assistant to swing by and pick up a small selection."
Vincent huffs, his first outwardly expression since we sat. "I thought your assistant was working on revisions?"
Everett laughs. "We'll get to that, my friend. First, I must make sure and feed everyone. We have the best pizza and cake in the country. Mackenzie needs to experience both."
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