[For that, she's willing to speak with him--that, and the way his basket smells sweet and warm and yeasty. Her eyes light up as she takes it and pulls back the cloth; it isn't quite a smile, but the distrust in her has vanished, at least for the moment.
Bread, she recognizes, of course. One jar is a jam, thick with sugar and citrus--she hadn't realized jams came in orange. The other jar...her brows pull together, and she looks up at Enchanter Julius again.]
You are not supposed to eat the peel.
[She'd learned that the hard way, the first time she ate an orange.]
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[For that, she's willing to speak with him--that, and the way his basket smells sweet and warm and yeasty. Her eyes light up as she takes it and pulls back the cloth; it isn't quite a smile, but the distrust in her has vanished, at least for the moment.
Bread, she recognizes, of course. One jar is a jam, thick with sugar and citrus--she hadn't realized jams came in orange. The other jar...her brows pull together, and she looks up at Enchanter Julius again.]
You are not supposed to eat the peel.
[She'd learned that the hard way, the first time she ate an orange.]