A/N: So drabble two got ordered by simoneybologna. I'll eventually add a third chapter and wrap it as a three-shot, 'kay?
Salvation Al Dente
Kitty may have been oblivious to the suppressed horror on her boyfriend Piotr's face when she carried out her carefully reheated dessert, but even she could not miss the surprise on his face when he bit into one of those dense, over-egged, over-crusty muffins and exclaimed, "This is very good!"
She whopped him. "Of course, they are. I made them."
Piotr looked sheepish. The rest of the table looked skeptical. Was Piotr saving face?
Gambit smirked smugly. Gambit was a chef, trained by the famed Tante Mattie Baptiste, and no dessert following his dinner would ever be made by Kitty.