She ducked her head under his gaze, flushing a little. “I, um, I made it. Actually,” she whispered.
“You made…?” He trailed off in an awed disbelief, before leaning to press their lips together. “Oh, what did I do to deserve you? Thank you, Summer!”
She preened under the attention and praise, before pushing at his hands a little. “Well, open it! I want to know if you like it.”