[ To be fair to him, Neuvillette could possibly tell her that her gifts were unnecessary until he was blue in the face, and she would continue to bring them until she got it right. It's who she is, and what she feels that she owes him, and nothing is liable to change that.

She's hopeful that he'll enjoy them this time, but she's prepared for the fact that he won't— is what she tells herself, but she's still oddly anxious as he bites into the macaron, chewing slowly, a thoughtful look on his face. In fact, she doesn't even realize she's holding her breath until she lets it out in a whoosh of air when the compliments come.

A brilliant smile finds her lips. ]

I'm so very glad to hear that, Monsieur. There are plenty of other flavors besides— though you needn't hurry to try them all. They will keep for a few days at least, although I recommend keeping these ones— [ she points at one row of the macarons, all seafood-based in flavor ] —chilled if you are able. And if you'd like more in the future, please don't hesitate to let me know... this was an enjoyable exercise of my baking skills!

[ Besides, with how busy it seems he has been— like yesterday, the pile of papers on his desk is nothing to be scoffed at— she likes to imagine the treats will be helpful; short, tasty reprieves from the work, perhaps a top-up of blood sugar and protein, and—

Her eyes are trained on his desk, and she looks back to him with a sigh. ]

Monsieur Chief Justice, I'm well aware this is not my place to say, but I hope you are getting enough rest.