It takes her a little while to finish all of the sugar cubes - she's treating each like a delicacy, because she certainly doesn't get these back in the training halls.
And what glorious thing is that? It smells divine, but...
It's a trap.
A trap, perhaps, she can spring without catching her fingers in it.
Cautiously she circles the table and boy, looking for the best way to retrieve the treat without springing the trap.
Then, the next time he blinks, she neatly cuts the candy with the knife she habitually keeps, millimeters to each side of the twine, and snags the bits. He can have that tiny bit covered in twine. She can share.
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Date: 2013-07-25 08:09 am (UTC)And what glorious thing is that? It smells divine, but...
It's a trap.
A trap, perhaps, she can spring without catching her fingers in it.
Cautiously she circles the table and boy, looking for the best way to retrieve the treat without springing the trap.
Then, the next time he blinks, she neatly cuts the candy with the knife she habitually keeps, millimeters to each side of the twine, and snags the bits. He can have that tiny bit covered in twine. She can share.