“You’re quite welcome!”
Peridot irises glimmer with excitement, and perhaps the slightest glint of anticipation, as Leona waits none-too-patiently for the man to actually take a bite of the treat. Oh, but if her grandmother (god rest her soul) could see her now! Surely she would get a ruler across the backs of her hands for pressuring the poor man, even subconsciously.
After a prolonged pause, the girl averts her gaze reluctantly, as if only just now recalling her manners. “I’d like to hear your opinion on the flavor, if it’s not too much trouble.” She’d really like to get his opinion on the texture of the cake as well as the frosting, too, not to mention the consistency-- but flavor will be enough for now.
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