"Indeed," he agreed thoughtfully, nodding at Melita's forthright wisdom. Why should he get the remora anything nice? Except, of course, his father's disapproval if he didn't... "Will the chocolate melt as quickly in water as the pastry?" he asked cautiously, testing out the limits of this new approach.
He ducked beneath the water and rose again, pushing his hair back out of his face. "No," he said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "If you do not like them, why get them anything at all? For my sister's sake, I should at least make an attempt." Maybe it was the spirit of the season moving him, but it seemed important that at least the seed of the gift was held some modicum of courtesy, however reluctantly administered.
He ducked beneath the water and rose again, pushing his hair back out of his face. "No," he said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "If you do not like them, why get them anything at all? For my sister's sake, I should at least make an attempt." Maybe it was the spirit of the season moving him, but it seemed important that at least the seed of the gift was held some modicum of courtesy, however reluctantly administered.
