[ Kaspar nods again, already thinking through the tea options and going quiet as he lets her finish one pancake and begin on the next. It is somewhat peaceful, he thinks, watching her and letting his gaze drift off into the wildflowers again. This is a choice. But being forced to stand quietly so often is something he is so used to that it is just as natural for his imagination to wander into the trees while he remains the picture of calm.
He'd meant to tell her the last one is his favorite flavor, a balance of subtle sweet and complex bitterness. Because in truth, she is the first person he has made it for besides himself. ]
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He'd meant to tell her the last one is his favorite flavor, a balance of subtle sweet and complex bitterness. Because in truth, she is the first person he has made it for besides himself. ]