“This is delicious,” Jacqueline spoke up.
He was amazed at how prim and proper the children were behaving. They ate as if they were adults trapped in small bodies. He didn’t give that any further thought, though. He figured children from wealthy families were all quirky in their own ways. Instead, he shrugged at them before continuing with the conversation. “Eh, it’s all right. I can make better sandwiches.”
Alexander’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Uh-huh. I can also bake cupcakes, pies, cookies, and some other pastries. I’ve been working at a diner for more than seven years now, so I’ve been able to learn some skills in the kitchen.”
Jacqueline seemed excited. “Chocolate cupcakes?”
He bit his lower lip to suppress his amusement. “That, and many others.”
“That’s great.”
Jacqueline was still grinning, but Tristan noticed she appeared less enthusiastic all of a sudden. “Jacqueline, what is it?”
“I wish you could teach me how to make chocolate cupcakes.”