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Until the day came where she told him she hated the nickname, she was always going to be his Little Shadow. It amused him to think back and remember how irritated he had been when they had had their first conversation, him laying in that hospital bed and her visiting hia bedside like he was some ailing celebrity. He had not been particularly kind to anyone who had visited him during those days, but he had managed not to be too much of a jerk to her. Still had the card she had brought then too.
"A presumptuous assessment you've got there," he mused with a little rock on to his heels as he leaned slightly towards her, still very much towering over her. "I never said that that was my view. I was only reciting the more traditional colloquial definition of the word. Sometime around the turn of the century abouts...those who were labeled with the term began to take it back and reshape the image from a sociological standpoint." He paused and offered her a cheeky grin and small wink - and no, he had not really noticed her little nudge but had noticed the tiny sway she made to accomplish it.
Pocketing his little notebook, he shrugged his shoulders lightly. "Maybe...I've already worked on a couple of flavors not in the Bertie Bott's line up. One has been perfected, two others close to it." Those the progress on those two was likely indefinitely shelved. "I may just so happen to be open to suggestions, if you are willing to share." Which meant he ought to take his notebook out again, maybe. "Perhaps even some assistance in taste testing?"
"Hmm...I'm not sure. Maybe connected to thinking you too empathetic to be able to eat something in the shape of a creature." He knew people like that. "I was never a fan of chocolate frogs for partly that reason." The other being that he just was not all that enthusiastic about chocolate unless it was accompanied by a greater ratio of peanut butter. "But...maybe Toothflossing Stringmints. Would explain that bright smile of yours." Though it did feel a little like her smile was not as playful as it usually was, not that he was bringing attention to that right now. "Or...hmm...Fizzing Whizzbees ..." he added, stroking his sharp jawline and twisting the little bit of goatee he had been able to grow thus far.
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