August wanted to correct her. He wasn't strong because he wanted to be strong; he did this because the alternative was to give up.

Her idea, though, was better. August smiled thinly at her, because he saw exactly what she was doing, but it was better than what he'd planned — (namely, in that he hadn't had a plan.) "That sounds lovely, Miss Greengrass," he said, "I haven't had the pleasure of trying their hot cocoa before, but if you do not mind, I should like to join you."

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