She didn’t need to ask twice. Coop leaned in and nabbed the morsel from the spoon, maybe a little too eagerly. It occurred to him that he might have looked a bit like a seagull diving for a fish; on the other hand they were both far enough past being embarrassed around each other that he didn’t give it much more thought than that.<br/><br/>“Outstanding,” he mumbled around the ruins of the cake, eyes half closed to better contemplate the small miracle of taste and texture. When it had been properly savored he looked around for something he could serve Sarah with. Neither of their meals had called for a fork though, and he wasn’t sure he was up to the challenge of feeding her cake with a pair of chopsticks. Especially not Japanese ones, and especially not these enameled ones that came to such a fine point they might as well have been knitting needles.<br/><br/>“Your turn,” he said at last and gently took the spoon from Sarah’s fingers to carve out a helping of decadence for her. And carve was the right word; he had hacked off a Cooper-sized bite, not a Sarah-sized nibble. Coop cupped his free hand under the spoon as he proffered it to her. “Very good choice, by the way.”