[As she sits, he finds a stool for himself and sits down beside her, eating the other half of the pastry and popping first his thumb, then his first and second finger into his mouth one after the other to catch the sugar-sweet coating.
He can see having too many of these as being a bad idea, but for now he reaches for another.]
Wouldn't mind tryin' more of your cooking. [Dan hesitates, then adds-] Lot of Pre-War food I never got to try, y'know. Anythin' that survived two hundred years was dried an' lasted that long at room temperature. None of it was great.
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[As she sits, he finds a stool for himself and sits down beside her, eating the other half of the pastry and popping first his thumb, then his first and second finger into his mouth one after the other to catch the sugar-sweet coating.
He can see having too many of these as being a bad idea, but for now he reaches for another.]
Wouldn't mind tryin' more of your cooking. [Dan hesitates, then adds-] Lot of Pre-War food I never got to try, y'know. Anythin' that survived two hundred years was dried an' lasted that long at room temperature. None of it was great.