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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

[ He winces at the idea - up to her waist, goddamn - and wordlessly gestures to a coat rack where she can hang her heaviest outerclothes.]

Settle in; I've made some bread for you.

[furgood]

[ She sheds her coat and scarf, handing them up neatly and tucking her mittens into the pockets. She makes a little curious noise as he explains ]

You don't have to reply to every gift with an equal gift, you know? [But she's treating ]

[devoutish]

Have to, no. Would you like tea?

[furgood]

Of course. [ She fluffs her hair up and makes her way further into the house] I like your bread though so I'm not going to complain. As if anyone would.

[devoutish]

I've got this.

[He pulls a loaf of something out of the breadbox, showing it to her.]

It's called rugelach. Best had when it's been warmed on the stove a bit. Half the loaf's for you, the other half's for Eliza.

[furgood]

Ohhh that's beautiful. What is it filled with? It smells amazing.

[She drifts closer. She wants to pick it up but half of it isn't hers so.]

[devoutish]

This one's got chocolate. I said to myself, "Alfie, everybody likes chocolate; can't go wrong with that, can you?"

[He pulls out a knife and starts carefully cutting it in half - maybe making one piece a little bigger than the other, because Meulin probably eats more than little Eliza.]

[furgood]

And we do have a whole chocolate tree and all. That helps.

[More teasing] But I love chocolate. It's still such a treat.

[devoutish]

This is made from the chocolate of that tree.

[furgood]

I figured. Otherwise you'd have to wish for it and that just seems silly.

[ She nudges him out of the way with a little bump of her hip and just breaks off a little piece to pop in her mouth ]

[devoutish]

Good?

[He gives her a grin, touching her elbow.]

It's even better if it warms a bit more.

[furgood]

I'll warm up the rest but you can't blame me for wanting a bite. And it's honestly delicious.

[She sneaks a little bit more and grins ] I bet this works lovely with tea.

[devoutish]

The tea, yeah; that's also almost ready. How do you take yours?

[furgood]

With a slightly ridiculous amount of sugar usually but maybe with a little milk.

[devoutish]

A slightly ridiculous amount of sugar.

[He tuts, faux-disapproving.]

No, I'm not surprised at that.

[furgood]

[She smiles, utterly unashamed under his faux disapproval ] I am who I am. And who I am is someone who loves sweet things. I shall never apologize.

[devoutish]

And I shall never ask you to.

[He will get out the milk for her, though, and a little bowl of sugar.]

[furgood]

[Her smile softens a little ] And how do you take yours? Little bit of sugar?

[devoutish]

Only a little. Just a pinch.

[furgood]

Tks. How purrdictable. [Her eyes are sparkling with amusement ] Between us we make one normal cup of tea.

[devoutish]

How much sugar is in a normal cup, then?

[furgood]

...I don't know. But if I have an unreasonably large amount of sugar and you have barely any... [She holds up her hands in a weighing motion, as if balancing scales ] Somewhere in the middle lies a slight more reasonable amount. The normal amount.

[devoutish]

More towards this than that, I think.

[He lightly presses up on the hand representing the smaller amount.]

[furgood]

Says you! I think you're a little biased.

[devoutish]

Well, you'll have to tell me what you think of the sugar in this.

[Deciding that the rugelach is warm enough, he lifts the serving platter off the top of the oven and slides her portion onto a plate.]