"Well ... no. But I had ... a history with someone, apparently. Like a fling. Old flame sort of stuff. Which is its own barrel of awkward, let me tell you." She expects not to see Tony for at least a month while he nurses his ego, and not only for that reason. "Okay, now that the butter's cut up - you'll like this part. Take this half of the flour, and cut it in with the butter, fine as you can."

As he works at that - which she guesses will be a matter of seconds, compared to how long it took her with the first crust - she starts to slice up the bright, shining fruits that had been harvested. Sweet, but just a little tangy like citrus on the back end.

"... Can I ask who you were with? Is that alright? I promise it'll stay between us."