He momentarily considered saving his half for later - it really was going to ruin the beer - but apparently they were now having dinner together as well and he couldn't let her eat alone.  He took his own bite, watching her take hers.  He couldn't put his finger on it but for all their lukewarm interactions in the past this whole thing felt a little different.  Maybe that's just what happens when you share a doorstep, beer, and sweet roll with a person all at the same time. 

He raised his brows, impressed at her fearlessness as she took a drink mere moments after scraping sweet icing off her own lips.  He couldn't help the bark of delighted laughter at her wrinkled nose but soon followed with his own swig in solidarity.  His own revulsion came in the form of an involuntary shiver that seemed to start in his stomach, rise up through his torso, and travel all the way out to his finger tips.  "Worst chaser ever"

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