[ They were alike in that way, though Eden was eating a little slower. Wanting to be extra sure every crumb and spice was picked up before handing it over, as if the sweet treat was still going to be a rarity that needed complete savoring. ]

I suppose I should be trying to help out by the greenhouse...

[ She can't spend too long over a single piece of pie, right? Though...

She doesn't have the courage to say anything too forward around the thrall, not right now, even if they were incapable of minding. So she'll get close enough to lean to Kirk (she can't exactly reach his ear, now can she,) and maintain that eye contact thing that she's been good at, and speak a bit more softly. ]

Maybe in the future we can enjoy... Well, something else that makes sounds like when enjoying pie.