He looks a little startled at that comment, but only for a moment; then he smiles, a little bashfully. "Perhaps I am," he admits, in the tone of one who has not given it much thought until this moment, but cannot now find an argument against it. It seems to him that if it is a habit, then it is one so well-engrained that he cannot imagine a time when he did not have it - but habit it may be, and little more. "Perhaps I have too often occupied myself with heavier things, and left too little time for sweetness."
By the look he gives her, the small smile that continues to linger at the edges of his lips, it is not only the cake that he is musing upon.
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Date: 2021-12-16 11:32 pm (UTC)By the look he gives her, the small smile that continues to linger at the edges of his lips, it is not only the cake that he is musing upon.