But anyway, the door swings open again upon his return. In his hands is a tray of two steaming mugs and two cakes. One for each. There's a sweet, spiced aroma that wafts on the steam from the mugs, and the cakes are earthy in tone, topped by a little chestnut each.
He sets the tray down as he sits, and removes his drink and cake from it. ]
Chestnut sponge cake and pumpkin spice lattes. [ He lets her know what they are first, of course. What he doesn't tell her is that they're memories of someone else, one who is gone a year now. ] I hope it gives you enough energy for the rest of the day.
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But anyway, the door swings open again upon his return. In his hands is a tray of two steaming mugs and two cakes. One for each. There's a sweet, spiced aroma that wafts on the steam from the mugs, and the cakes are earthy in tone, topped by a little chestnut each.
He sets the tray down as he sits, and removes his drink and cake from it. ]
Chestnut sponge cake and pumpkin spice lattes. [ He lets her know what they are first, of course. What he doesn't tell her is that they're memories of someone else, one who is gone a year now. ] I hope it gives you enough energy for the rest of the day.