[ with curious eyes, sola watches him and leans forward against the table, resting her elbows along the ledge. it does smell sweet and she wiggles her delicate fingers before taking a piece from the flat edge of the knife. she smiles and lifts it in toast to him before popping it into her mouth bravely.
delightful.
she closes her eyes and smiles, savoring the taste. no itch, no bad reaction. ] This is delectable.
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delightful.
she closes her eyes and smiles, savoring the taste. no itch, no bad reaction. ] This is delectable.