"Do you not want it?" Caelyn asked, tilting her head with that lazy, half-awake look of hers, holding a spoonful of vanilla cake toward him.
"Haha." Azhriel chuckled softly, his tone smooth but amused. "You're asking that after eating all this?".
He pointed at the table filled with half-empty plates and bowls—what once had looked like a grand dessert buffet now resembled a battlefield after a feast.
Caelyn blinked, then looked down at the mess she'd made. "Oh," she said simply, not looking even a bit guilty. A bit of whipped cream marked her cheek, glinting under the café's warm lights.
Azhriel sighed. "You really have no shame, do you?"
"No," she replied without hesitation, still holding the spoon toward him. "Now take it before I eat this one too."
He looked at her, then at the spoon.
"Fine."
A faint smirk curved his lips as he leaned forward and took a small bite. The taste was light, sweet, with a hint of mana-infused vanilla extracts that melted smoothly on his tongue.
