Shelly reaches for the sugarbowl--how silly of her to think his being a wolf would change him that much! Taking up the spoon, she begins scooping... and scooping... and scooping, a small, amused smile forming on her lips. She's watched him (or versions of him) sugar his tea a thousand times, but it doesn't quite hit home how extensive his sweet tooth is until you add it yourself.
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Shelly reaches for the sugarbowl--how silly of her to think his being a wolf would change him that much! Taking up the spoon, she begins scooping... and scooping... and scooping, a small, amused smile forming on her lips. She's watched him (or versions of him) sugar his tea a thousand times, but it doesn't quite hit home how extensive his sweet tooth is until you add it yourself.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Regnard."