Don't mention it. I'm serious now, Master Zelos, I can't keep doing this. It's hard enough making food for everyone in the castle without you coming along and demanding extra.

I don't demand extra! I just ask if you have leftovers.

And one day, I'm going to get in trouble for that. [Grace murmurs the last bit, like the well-worn end to a practiced argument she never expects to win, then nods at them both and turns back to her work.

Zelos hops off the bench and grins up at Yuan.] See? Told you it was good pie.