I would be very happy to taste them. Since you praise them so highly.

[She does smile this time, letting herself go a little more with each delicious moment that passes. She herself has not been so lucky with her few forays into baking; they generally end up burnt. This could quite possibly be the fault of her habit of bringing a book to read while she waits for the oven.

Getting her to stop that habit is a lost cause.]

How about as a reward for our work? We should be sure to finish promptly.