"Oh, please, Miss Gresch," Uriah coos back in a milk-curdlingly bad British(?) accent. "After all these years in your service, I know precisely how you prefer your iced creams!" This is, of course, a lie. Uriah wishes he did know Mary Grace's preferences, because then he could go about transgressing all of them. It's too bad, but he still feels like sweet corn, chocolate syrup and gummy worms is a great start.