[To her credit, Evelyn isn't laughing or poking fun at his dubious appraisal of a harmless berry, but draws her knees high enough on the stool to prop her elbows up, chin in her hands. She grins at him, the anticipation killing her, while Dan tentatively takes a bite and makes an (accurate) observation about flavour.
Chewing on her lower lip through a smile Evelyn perks up, wondering how many different fruits she can ply him with before he asks her to stop.]
Do you like it? I used to beg my governess to let me have strawberries and cream every breakfast.
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Chewing on her lower lip through a smile Evelyn perks up, wondering how many different fruits she can ply him with before he asks her to stop.]
Do you like it? I used to beg my governess to let me have strawberries and cream every breakfast.