[he plants his hands on the vendor's counter to lean forward and whisper a secret into the staff's ear, keeps one hand there as an afterthought when he looks at her again.]
You're welcome.
[he notices how cautious she is, wonders if she's thinking she owes him. he hopes not.]
Dark's less sweet, so tell me what you think. I'll eat it if you hate it.
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You're welcome.
[he notices how cautious she is, wonders if she's thinking she owes him. he hopes not.]
Dark's less sweet, so tell me what you think. I'll eat it if you hate it.