She blinked. "How did you know I'd like to paint the cake?" Shaking her head, Teresa continued. "I paint everything. People, a lot of the time, because I have a lot of people who will pose, but also still lives, places, abstracts if I'm experimenting. If it's true, I paint it." She stabbed a berry off one of the pieces of cake and ate it delicately. Perfect, like it was from the peak of summer.