"I know that one," she said with a nod. "I'm afraid I'm a little uncertain as to what those other two words taste like. Are they flavors?"
She squinted at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Believe it or not, but that makes me trust you less.”
“The loss of a pixie’s trust. You must be devastated,” she replied playfully, looking around. “I don’t know how you will manage.”
They approached a stand filled with pastries. It smelled sweet and Sam approached. "A terrible loss," he agreed. "Luckily, we're here."
He pointed to a small cake, the vanilla icing laid on smoothly. "That one." He looked up to the vendor. "Excuse me, I'd like to purchase that cake."
The vendor bagged up the cake before passing it to him cheerfully. “That’ll be two fifty, please,” she said brightly and Eden’s brow furrowed.
