"Oh my god, you made quiche," she said, sniffing the air in the living room. "It smells fucking amazing in here." She picked up a knife and sliced into the mushroom pie, letting the scent waft upwards. Loading up her fork, she put the first bite in her mouth and groaned. "Patrick, this is fucking amazing. If you ever want a career change, come down to the restaurant. We'll hire you before you can blink."