"Hey, Professor, good morning. I bought you coffee. Thanks for yesterday... God, why are there so many chestnuts?!"
Barry stared in shock at the huge crate of chestnuts sitting in the middle of the living room. He set the coffee on the table, walked over, picked one up, and peeled back its spiny husk to reveal the smooth chestnut inside.
"They're huge," Barry said. "They look completely ripe. They should be delicious, right?"
Pride gestured for him to roast them in the fireplace. Barry peeled several chestnuts, placed them on a wire rack, and pushed it into the fire.
Then Barry caught a wonderfully fragrant scent as well. He said, "Are these some special variety of chestnut? Why do I smell lemon oil?"
"Because that isn't the smell of the chestnuts," Greed said helplessly. "I'm making lemon curd."
"To go with the chestnuts?"
"Sort of," Greed said. "I'm making white chocolate balls with lemon ganache and freshly baked crispy wafers inside. I'm planning to add some chestnut puree too. Want to try some?"
Barry immediately walked over. Greed scooped out some lemon curd for him with a small spoon. After stuffing it into his mouth, Barry smacked his lips and said, "Not bad. I thought it'd be really sour."
"I usually make lemon ganache more fragrant than tart, maybe with a hint of bitterness. It mostly tastes of lemon zest, so it usually isn't too sour. Try this white chocolate shell."
Greed gave him half a white chocolate shell as well, a semicircular crisp shell that would hold all the filling. Barry took it, chewed it, and said, "It doesn't really taste like chocolate. It's just sweet."
"Of course. White chocolate isn't really chocolate. All right, you ate my food, so now get to work. Peel that whole crate of