Krem hummed speculatively. There were a lot of things that could have made it much worse, he was sure, and Krem didn't want to mention any of those, lest he imply that Darrow were, fundamentally, bad. It wasn't, for the most part. Strange. Odd. But not bad, he had found.

"It's true," he said, and then sniggered a little. "You could have come during Valentines, and this chocolate cake might have made is spout poetry at each other like imbeciles."