Shit, right. I'll clean it, promise.

[ It's in good humour, at least, rather than immediately beating himself up for forgetting that detail. He's getting better. Slowly, but surely. He returns the kiss this time, then attends to his own pastries. He extracts one of the beignets carefully from the bag, only to end up with sugar all over his lap anyway. Ah, well. ]

I'll make it with sweeter chocolate next time. Didn't expect you to go for a less sweet pastry, so I made it to offset the beignets after seeing how they serve them. [ A pause. ] ...If you need sugar, we have plenty