( there's something — some damned thing lodged in the middle of his chest that he can't quite put his finger on, something that twists and tightens around his heart in a way that feels both old and familiar, and yet still just out of place that it hasn't quite yet settled. but it's just enough to feel at ease next to her, like he's suddenly regained an old friend he might have forgotten —
( oh. )
and he's in the middle of thinking that he might just order a cup of cocoa for himself ( despite having a tendency for something a little bit harder ) when she takes that first sip, when he notices the dot of white at the end of her nose and. damn it. he snorts out a laugh and reaches out with a reaction that feels like he's done it a million times before — ) Got a little somethin' there — ( and. yep. he's wiping it away with his thumb which is them absently wiped on a napkin, and he does take a second to turn and wave the barista down long enough to order one of the same. ) But with cinnamon. ( he makes a point to add, with something of a wink in elsa's direction. )
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( oh. )
and he's in the middle of thinking that he might just order a cup of cocoa for himself ( despite having a tendency for something a little bit harder ) when she takes that first sip, when he notices the dot of white at the end of her nose and. damn it. he snorts out a laugh and reaches out with a reaction that feels like he's done it a million times before — ) Got a little somethin' there — ( and. yep. he's wiping it away with his thumb which is them absently wiped on a napkin, and he does take a second to turn and wave the barista down long enough to order one of the same. ) But with cinnamon. ( he makes a point to add, with something of a wink in elsa's direction. )
So, what is your favorite spice?