[ Now he's speaking her language. Dorothea perks up immediately, leaning forward to examine the assortment of treats. Immediately, she gravitates to a small custard tart piled high with slices of glazed fruit. Naturally, she hadn't told Claude about her sad history just to garner sympathy, but pastries? She'll accept those, for sure. ]
Oh, Claude, you didn't have to do that.
[ It's a token protest, but he really didn't. Even so, she carefully picks up the plate with the tart and sets it in front of her. Picking off one of the berries, she offers it too her familiar, who gleefully swallows it down. ]
Do you even like sweets? I'm not going to be able to eat all of this by myself, you know.
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Oh, Claude, you didn't have to do that.
[ It's a token protest, but he really didn't. Even so, she carefully picks up the plate with the tart and sets it in front of her. Picking off one of the berries, she offers it too her familiar, who gleefully swallows it down. ]
Do you even like sweets? I'm not going to be able to eat all of this by myself, you know.