"Well, before you get too excited, it's not all handmade." Does she sound a little disappointed about this? Maybe. "I don't think I could make a macaron if I tried. And there's no way I'd be able to cut meat this thin. But - "

She says this as she pulls each item out of the basket, laying the feast out for Night Sky to take in.

"The main course is all me. I... hope poultry is okay? I figured a nice vegetable would go well with a starch. And something to bring it all together, too."

Her speech out of the way, and with every item now displayed, Meryl finally feels the faintest inklings of embarrassment.

"If it's too much. Or if it's not good, just tell me, okay?"