Ehm... Citoyen... Would you like a cookie?
*the girl gently lifted the basket of sweets towards him*
@the-little-miss-poet
Oh—! Mon dieu, for me? How wonderfully kind of you, mademoiselle!
[ He crouches down immediately, with a massive grin on his face and eyes wide and delighted as a child himself. ]
You have brought me not just a cookie, but the entire spirit of generosity! I must ask—did you bake them yourself? Are you secretly an enchantress disguised as a kind-hearted girl? Because this smells like magic, and I am terribly weak-willed in the presence of sweets.
[ He accepts one with great ceremony, as though presented an imperial medal, then pauses thoughtfully. ]
Ah—but if I take one, it would be terribly impolite not to offer something in return! Let’s see…
[ He rummages in his coat like a magician with pockets too deep, then produces a shiny button, a ribbon, and a very small wooden charm carved like a cat. ]
Would you accept a trade, petite citoyenne? Merci, truly. You’ve made my whole week brighter!
