[ Her remark is so fast and cutting, it's almost shocking. He feels like maybe he should discourage her, not wanting his carefully curated reputation to suffer because she's decided she's going to sass him back when there could be people listening.
On the other hand, he doesn't want to add to her traumatic experiences. Not to mention: there's something oddly refreshing about it. ]
No, I don't like sweets.
[ Too much hot chocolate and quince candy reminds him of Jordie, when they hadn't known any better. Or long hours spent learning to shuffle cards, savoring the occasional cocoa the barman had given out of pity. A shadow passes over his face then, there and gone, before he shakes himself out of it. ]
If your teeth fall out from overindulgence, that's your prerogative.
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On the other hand, he doesn't want to add to her traumatic experiences. Not to mention: there's something oddly refreshing about it. ]
No, I don't like sweets.
[ Too much hot chocolate and quince candy reminds him of Jordie, when they hadn't known any better. Or long hours spent learning to shuffle cards, savoring the occasional cocoa the barman had given out of pity. A shadow passes over his face then, there and gone, before he shakes himself out of it. ]
If your teeth fall out from overindulgence, that's your prerogative.