The Upper-Class Banquet, the Conspiracy

"Is he very handsome?" A certain someone did not seem to want to give up on that topic.

"Aren't you very confident in your own looks?"

"That means I don't mind my wife looking at other men."

"You're so petty," Jeanne grumbled. Then, she finished a pastry and frowned. "I want something chocolate flavored."

They were all pure cream, which he found too greasy.

"I'm allergic," Edward said.

"But I'm not allergic," Jeanne told him seriously.

"No, if you eat it, I'll have an allergic reaction," Edward retorted.

That man was too much of a bully. Why could she not eat what he could not? 

"If you don't believe me, try it." Edward raised his eyebrows.

Of course, Jeanne did not believe him.

Could it be that he was possessed? He was allergic to the things she had eaten.

She called the waiter who was walking around her. "Please get me a chocolate cake. The kind with a lot of chocolate."