. . . it was a good gift. He'll let Zura set the sake down between them-- but he'll pick up the container and open it right away, sniffing.
Chocolate. Chocolate cake. Heavenly sugar.
Zura bought him sugar? He almost couldn't trust it. On the other hand, it was Zura, and it was Christmas. He'll tilt his head a bit at it, but then he's getting up, coming back with a fork and two cups, pouring some for himself and Zura.]
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. . . it was a good gift. He'll let Zura set the sake down between them-- but he'll pick up the container and open it right away, sniffing.
Chocolate. Chocolate cake. Heavenly sugar.
Zura bought him sugar? He almost couldn't trust it. On the other hand, it was Zura, and it was Christmas. He'll tilt his head a bit at it, but then he's getting up, coming back with a fork and two cups, pouring some for himself and Zura.]
Good, huh? So what if I'd been bad?