Silver tugs on the bow gently and pulls off his gloves; his gloves aren't particularly clean and they certainly don't need chocolate all over them, either. It's clear from the second that he puts one in his mouth that White made these, because otherwise they wouldn't taste nearly as good.
That's a nice part of this world, really. You can taste the love and care that goes into cooking. And it warms up pretty significantly as he eats it; it hardly feels cold enough to be an early autumn day.]
Trust isn't easy. You don't have to rush it. ...Still, thank you.
[He takes one and holds it in front of White's mouth; sure, they're for him, but she should enjoy them, too.]
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Silver tugs on the bow gently and pulls off his gloves; his gloves aren't particularly clean and they certainly don't need chocolate all over them, either. It's clear from the second that he puts one in his mouth that White made these, because otherwise they wouldn't taste nearly as good.
That's a nice part of this world, really. You can taste the love and care that goes into cooking. And it warms up pretty significantly as he eats it; it hardly feels cold enough to be an early autumn day.]
Trust isn't easy. You don't have to rush it. ...Still, thank you.
[He takes one and holds it in front of White's mouth; sure, they're for him, but she should enjoy them, too.]
They're delicious.