Maybe. "No," she says, and she knows it was too quick and too defensive and any second now he's going to start smirking at her over the rim of his mug of blood, because let's not forget the mug of blood. Yet the feed people gene is still there, muttering things like: muffins wouldn't work anyway; there are easier recipes to adapt to a vampire lite palate...

But she's not going to try, because Spike is an asshole and she doesn't care if he'd like anything she made. If she made it. Which she won't. Shut up, Spike. And put on a shirt.

"… Unless you're placing an order," she says. Because hell if she's making him something for free, but turning down money would just be stupid.