[ he wishes he could commiserate, but a certain someone of his acquaintance hardly leaves enough on the table to keep him from starving. ]

Ah, no. I wouldn't wish that on a lady such as yourself. [ he flashes a weak smile ] Perhaps there's a charity you could donate to? Or you could sell each one for a modest price as well. A little something to recover the price of materials at the very least.

I myself would be more then happy to pay for a few of the deserts.