“Put it on the menu.” I cackled. “We’ll see.” Cassandra cut me an exacting glare. “I believe the proper response is ‘yes, Mrs. Griffith.’” I lifted an eyebrow. “I’d recommend changing the tone you’re using with me, Cassandra,” I clipped as I crossed my arms and rested my hip on the countertop. “What you actually mean is, ‘That was delicious, Chef Maddox. I’d love to see that on the summer menu of your restaurant.’ Shall we try that again?”

