[ As Dion takes a sip, Joshua takes one of his own. And oh, is it good. Dion put the perfect amounts of both sugar and cream into his, and the taste of the tea itself is not drowned out. He makes a soft, pleased noise against the lip of the cup and takes a second sip for good measure.
But he can't help himself as that name makes his cheeks flush. He doesn't think he will ever tire of hearing it. Dearest. ]
Then I shall think long and hard about what to give you. But for now, the feather will serve well.
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But he can't help himself as that name makes his cheeks flush. He doesn't think he will ever tire of hearing it. Dearest. ]
Then I shall think long and hard about what to give you. But for now, the feather will serve well.
[ He already has an idea, anyway. ]