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Dora cracked a small smile at his scoffing, shrugging lightly. "Good, because I haven't had cake in forever." Or not forever, but it always felt that way since she hardly ate any sweets.
"I am more of those things, but that's now and I didn't want something that was seventeen year old Isidora. I wanted something that was eleven year old Dora, and she was more into creating her own world than traveling to others." Funny how people changed over time. How she'd changed.
She was amused by his gesture, and curtsied in response before taking a seat. "It's partly for you, because I remember you used to like forts too." So why not enjoy something so childlike in the place they were once and would always feel like children? "I can't remember if I asked for tea when making this room."
Mo settled back into his chair as he removed the slightly squashed cake from the box he'd crammed inside his bag, followed by a thermos of tea and an assortment of flattened sandwiches. He'd get the hang on this food packing someday.
"I brought tea. Now then... why are we pretending to be eleven today, rather than enjoying being seventeen? I don't really object to blanket forts or being eleven, but I'm curious. Are you being... nostalgic?" She was just surprising him right and left today.
"Presents first? Or cake?" The most important question of all.