''Don't say a word,'' Raegar warned, pointing his chopsticks at her, though his grin betrayed him.
Nivara, mid-bite, let out a similar sound of delight, her eyes fluttering shut as the flavors danced across her palate. ''Oh, gods,'' she murmured, leaning back. ''These are dangerous. How are they this good?''
She reached for another, her movements quick and greedy, as if afraid the tray might vanish like the others. Raegar watched the Dark Elf, his amusement deepening into something warmer, quieter. The way her face lit up made the noisy Rest Stop feel distant, like they were the only two people in the room.
He turned to the stall owner, who was already bustling back toward them. ''More of these,' Raegar said, his voice firm but warm as he dropped a handful of gold coins onto the table. ''Keep the sweet ones coming. We're not done yet.''
