Zinc laughed lightly, clearly not too bothered about the kissing even if it was irritating. She held the front door open for Gavril in her box, but then moved on to take it herself, bringing it over to the fridge. Storing it away neatly and stealing off a little chunk with her strong fingers, like a child who couldn't resist tasting the cookie dough.

"Thank you, Gavril," she murmured, nibbling the little pieces off her fingertips. "It will be delicious."