She had spent all afternoon in the kitchen, and now she watched eagerly as Rumplestiltskin took a generous bite of the chocolate cake on which she'd labored. The cloying mess coated his tongue in what tasted like charcoal mixed with the dredges of the Evermire Swamp, but he forced himself to grin and mumble, "Delicious, dearie." Belle's pure and beautiful smile was worth the price of the magic to cure his upcoming stomach ache.