[...wow she is actually palms-up full-on blushing. After a moment of staring at the mildly-derpy chocolates, a warm,. content smile spreads across her face.]
Praetor... if these were made by you, as you thought warmly of me... there could be no finer delicacy.
[As if to prove the point, she pops one in her mouth, savouring it, feeling as though she can taste the love that went into it...]
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Praetor... if these were made by you, as you thought warmly of me... there could be no finer delicacy.
[As if to prove the point, she pops one in her mouth, savouring it, feeling as though she can taste the love that went into it...]