[The pause is interminable, torturous. She stares at his hand on the tea pot's handle, the spiced aroma of the blend filling the air as he does her cup and then his. She takes a generous bite of the delicate little pastry, her teeth crunching on the crisp wafer paper. It's bitter and sweet; she can feel his mind's thoughts right there beside her own - a familiar shape which she refuses to touch.
She swallows, sets the remaining pastry aside and takes up her cup.]
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She swallows, sets the remaining pastry aside and takes up her cup.]
We remember.