[As always, her comforting warmth gives him confidence, and if his free hand snakes around her for an embrace, well, it shouldn't affect the chocolate too much.]
Slow and steady. Like the moonblossoms with the dreaming potion.
[He drops them in, tiny sprinkles of dark against the thick white milk, and continues stirring slowly until the liquid turns a darker shade, and then adds more chocolate. Here and there a bit of spice, and it begins to smell simply divine.]
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Slow and steady. Like the moonblossoms with the dreaming potion.
[He drops them in, tiny sprinkles of dark against the thick white milk, and continues stirring slowly until the liquid turns a darker shade, and then adds more chocolate. Here and there a bit of spice, and it begins to smell simply divine.]