Well, [She tears off a piece of her own slice along the weak points in the dense pastry, placing it in her mouth and chewing happily for a moment. She doesn't continue the thought until after her mouth is empty.]
Is you decide you do, let me know. Enjoy the cake, Petre.
[With that She slips her hand under the plate and picks it up to retire to the main room, where she could better observe their new guests. Still, her mind seems very close, edging against his and the rest of theirs, a strangely comfortable closeness. She was comfortable with it, at least.
A naughty boy would probably know that an attempt to take the rest of the cake would definitely be noticed.]
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Is you decide you do, let me know. Enjoy the cake, Petre.
[With that She slips her hand under the plate and picks it up to retire to the main room, where she could better observe their new guests. Still, her mind seems very close, edging against his and the rest of theirs, a strangely comfortable closeness. She was comfortable with it, at least.
A naughty boy would probably know that an attempt to take the rest of the cake would definitely be noticed.]