[Tris's nose would pick out this smell anywhere. She might possibly be lurking in the kitchen in one of her more plain dresses, sleeves rolled up and pinned back, hair covered.] If you're going to be baking that much dessert, shouldn't there be some sort of dinner involved? [Which Tris is totally going to start working on.

Doing housework does kind of settle her nerves, and that includes cooking.]

You wouldn't mind if I started cooking, would you?