He opens his mouth to say something -- possibly something a little less polite than what he probably should say to a young lady (even if the young lady happens to be a very irate star) -- then closes it again.
"Please don't speak of Victoria like that," he says, voice low. "She is not a pastry."
He's allowed her to refer to Victoria as the 'pastry' or 'pastry-maiden' for a while now, but at this very moment in time, he just...just doesn't accept it.
There should have been rules from the start about this.
About his ... getting close with the star, and feeling like -- well, like an absolute idiot, that's what.
"I would never --" he starts, then shakes his head. "It's too dark, anyway," he says instead. "We'll never be able to find our way out at this time of night."
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"Please don't speak of Victoria like that," he says, voice low. "She is not a pastry."
He's allowed her to refer to Victoria as the 'pastry' or 'pastry-maiden' for a while now, but at this very moment in time, he just...just doesn't accept it.
There should have been rules from the start about this.
About his ... getting close with the star, and feeling like -- well, like an absolute idiot, that's what.
"I would never --" he starts, then shakes his head. "It's too dark, anyway," he says instead. "We'll never be able to find our way out at this time of night."