"Nuuuuuu!" Garret dragged his chocolate powder covered hand down his face in exasperation, choosing to ignore the question about Witch Weekly. It wouldn't do to admit that he had a running subscription the magazine, or the fact that he kept back issues at the bottom of his trunk, "Look, I just... I like to cook, k? And I think, well, you like to eat."

Nice. Way to go, Garret! She's gonna be showering flower petals at your feet for the wonderful compliments you're paying her!

"No, that's not what I meant," he said hastily, before Daphne could kill him. Death by spatula, not a good way to go. "It's just that I'm not good with words, ok?" He took a deep breath, "And Copernicus said that I should show you that I do appreciate you, and I tho' giving you something you would enjoy would show you that I do... y'know..."

He looked down at the yellowed pages of the magazine, "Like you."