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Something sweet, something for the times. It.... It looks a little... Off. Maybe. Someone tried, at the very least.
Left on a small platter on the door step, a bevy of pastried swans. Or a close attempt.
In truth, it was apparent they were swans, so the valiant attempt to shape them had not gone unnoticed.
She lifted the platter, spinning it on her hand, studying the way the wings curled upward, comprised of a golden, delicate shell. They were cute, but not cute enough to not eat.
As much as she had advised about not eating things left on the ground - this hardly seemed to count, given the snacks were left on a clean tray and not the dirt itself. Sound logic, surely.
She picked one up from its smooth lake of porcelain and promptly bit the head off with a light crunch.
Flaky.
Light.
The body followed, several bites, chewed with thought. The baker had a good sense for the pastry, understood it enough to start bending the rules, and while the shape may have been unusual, the taste was divine.
The remainder of the flock was quickly transported inside the room as she licked the remnants of the cream from her fingertips. There were certainly enough of these for two to share.
