Christine found her way down to the kitchen. She had overslept and missed breakfast. She probably could have said something, and she would have been given at least some fruit. However, she didn't think it right to complain when she was the one who had slept until nearly lunch time. If Erik hadn't of dragged her out of bed last night, she would have been up with the sun. As much as she wanted to blame Erik for her current state of hunger, she would not have traded last night for all of the gold in the world.

She spotted Bessie, the woman in charge of the kitchen. Christine walked over and watched she as kneaded dough. She thought that she was being sneaky and her presence had not been noticed until Bessie spoke without taking her attention away from the dough. "What do you need, lass?"

"I was wondering if I could have the ingredients to make something?"

"If you tell me what it is you're wanting, I can make it for you. I don't think that Erik wants to down here worrying about making your own food."

"Gee, Bessie, thanks for making me feel absolutely useless. If you don't mind, I would prefer to make it myself. A surprise for Erik. Please."

"Alright, but if he asks, you didn't get it from me."

"Thank you."

Erik sat looking at the plate of little mounds that looked like balls of mud that was being passed around. He had never seen them before nor was he sure that he ever wanted to see them again. The plate finally made it to him with only two having been taken off. Apparently, his men were too keen on the idea of them either. However, he noticed Bernard looking at them like he couldn't wait to get the plate back. He was still eyeballing them when he heard Bernard speak.

"Erik those are absolutely disgusting. Trust me. You don't want one. Tell you what, just give them here, and I will completely take them off of your hands." Bernard was scheming. Erik could tell. He decided he had better see what it was about these little balls that had one of his best men lying to him. He picked one up and shoved it into his mouth. It was wickedly sweet. The chocolate covering it melted in his mouth. He stood up and left the hall.

Bernard was not sure where Erik was going. He had only said those things in an attempt to try to get Erik to give him the rest of them. The others had passed it up because of its appearance. However, he had decided to try one of them so that the kitchen staff would not be offended. He should have just kept the whole plate and not even passed it, but now, Erik had taken that plate with him. He looked over and noticed the questioning expression that was on Christine's face.

Erik walked down the hall and outside. He walked through the yard to the kitchen. He found Bessie scrubbing a large pot. "Bessie."

"Yes, Erik?"

"Who made these?" Erik held the plate up for her to look at though Bessie never turned around.

"Is there something wrong with them?"

"Who made them?" Erik wanted his answer right now.

Bessie turned around and put her hands on her hips, still holding the dish rag. "Erik, unless there is something wrong with them, I suggest you go back and finish your dinner. Now is there anything else that I can do for you?"

"Please, Bessie, who made these?"

"Erik, I think that you should go back to dinner and tell your bride how you feel about them."

"What?"

"I think she would like to know. Now go. Right now."

"We will discuss this later." Erik left the kitchen and went back to his seat in the hall. He had managed to sneak into his room and leave the dessert in there. He listened half heartedly at what the men were saying. He was trying to decide whether or not she had been hinting that Christine had made the little balls.

Christine was halfway asleep when Erik came up. She had noticed how he had not brought her dessert back with him when he came back. She had waited until she had been up to their bedroom before she let her worry take control. She had made them with hopes that it would help to pave a smoother path between the two of them. However, the way that he had went off with the platter.

"Christine. Are you awake?" Erik whispered as he softly shook her.

"I am now." Christine said sitting up. "Is there something that you want?"

"Close your eyes."

"Erik."

"Close your eyes and open your mouth. Please."

"Alright." Christine did as Erik asked, waiting to see what was so important.

Erik walked over and picked up one of the treats that he had hidden. He came back to the bed and popped one into Christine's mouth. He watched as Christine closed her mouth and chewed. Pure pleasure came over her face. He brought his lips to hers and found that the treats tasted better from her lips. He pulled back and watched as she opened her eyes.

"I don't think I understood what you were trying to do. You might want to try it again."

"Alright." He watched Christine close her eyes, and they repeated the action.

A/N:Sorry for the repost. I just noticed several typos yesterday. I thought that I would correct them.