His only response was a subtle flush to his cheeks—no acceptance, no refusal. She wasn't sure whether to feel rejected, disappointed, hopeful, or nervous as well, so offered little more than a small smile and a shake of her head.

"Not really. I had quite the breakfast this morning," she responded, looking at his expectantly as if she was trying to grasp what was going through his mind. "I am mourning the taffy I never got, though!"

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