He takes it, dabbing at his eyes and assuring they're dry before he fixes the patch back over the scarred one. He politely folds the handkerchief afterwards so he can set it down...somewhere, or just let Max take it back.
"I thought it might be some kind of trick at first." Because he was paranoid, and he wouldn't be surprised. "but when I tasted it...it was just like I remembered, as if the tray had come from the castle kitchens in my home in Faerghus, as if my step mother was there."
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Date: 2020-12-07 08:18 pm (UTC)"I thought it might be some kind of trick at first." Because he was paranoid, and he wouldn't be surprised. "but when I tasted it...it was just like I remembered, as if the tray had come from the castle kitchens in my home in Faerghus, as if my step mother was there."