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Originally Posted by Cassirin  "I knew it would be soup," Mercer shoved off from both walls and swung himself into a seated position. He was less bag of elbows this term than he had been last, but he still had more to his limbs than he quite knew what to do with. It took a moment to avoid swatting the little spoon from Mitsuki's hand before he was able to encompass her smaller hand in both of his. And take the spoon, of course. Not hold hands. Just spoon.
"My mum made biscuits. Biscuit-adjacent things, at least. She says you have to pick a favorite so she can send you tins all year, and she'll know if you're fibbing." He tapped her noggin with the spoon. The cookie explosion was already set out, also on the floor. Several kinds of biscotti, delicate drop cookies dripping powdered sugar or sprinkles, pretzeled torcetti, and almond-studded pignoli wrapped in napkins that BETTER make it home safely or Mercer would lose an ear. Of course he knew. He had been conditioned to believe so considering every term thus far had begun with a container of warm soup from her father. There was no need to point this out though. Mercer was correct in his correctness. His methods for accept the spoon were curious, but he was a rather curious person so she thought little of it.
"How will she know if I am fibbing if she has to ask in the first place?" Mitsuki countered airily and with the most subtle of winces as the plastic spoon clinked against her head. "Which are your favorites?" If she was to receive tins all year that she could not possible consume all by herself then it only made sense that they be something Mercer particularly fancied since he was the one who sometimes seemed to eat for the two of them while she picked at her food like a raven.
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