Now, Desmond couldn't eat wheat. That was something I knew and respected.
But he wasn't the only man in the Foodie Nymph Harem!
He would just need to make do with quinoa!
What was I going to do? Maybe sourdough? Or maybe a nice croissant? Oh! Cookies!
"Sylvan?" I heard Nate ask me, as he saw me with a package with normal wheat flour in my hands. "You know Desmond can't eat that, dear."
I nodded.
"He has cake," because I baked him three!
"Yes," Nate told me, as he hugged me. "But don't you think it is unfair that he'd watch us eat the cake, bread, what have you, and he'd eat quinoa cake?"
My fingers twitched.
"But!"
"And sugar, Sylvan… we need to cut that out as well. Desmond can't eat it. And to be honest, neither Nick nor I really like it. Nick is ready to eat anything you make, but he gets sick of the sweets," Nate took the flour from my hands.