We do have citrines, which are like lemons. Chocolate as well. Sometimes together, although I preferred them apart.
[The taste of citrine slices in tea, salt blowing in on full-throated breezes. The sense-memory comes and goes, fleetingly pleasant. He's never had it as a cake, and wonders how the sour will balance with the sweet.]
And I haven't met Lord Break. A decent enough excuse to go back for more cakes.
[And Sansa wants to go with him, specifically. Paul strokes the back of the batkitten's neck with his thumb, thoughtfully.]
If you need an escort, although I can't promise I'll always be quickest to come.
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[The taste of citrine slices in tea, salt blowing in on full-throated breezes. The sense-memory comes and goes, fleetingly pleasant. He's never had it as a cake, and wonders how the sour will balance with the sweet.]
And I haven't met Lord Break. A decent enough excuse to go back for more cakes.
[And Sansa wants to go with him, specifically. Paul strokes the back of the batkitten's neck with his thumb, thoughtfully.]
If you need an escort, although I can't promise I'll always be quickest to come.