"So we're starting with dessert?" Gabe asked, laughing a little as he studied his choices. "My grandmother would scold you to death, honey." That had been the one constant whenever his grandmother had come to visit them as a kid. She had a tendency to guilt the children into behaving. In spite of that, Gabe had no qualms whatsoever about picking up a piece of the bougatsa and nibbling on it, careful to keep the custard from exploding out of it. That would have been a waste of delicious filling. "This is really good."