[She watches him on the swing, so stiff and unrelaxed, and she stifles the snort of laughter that she feels coming up. Even Ilsa, who is rigid in her routines, isn't quite as rigid as Eustace is most of the time. It's... a little amusing.
And the swing will rock a little more when she takes a seat on the other end, though Ilsa doesn't mind it as much. And it's not so small that there isn't room, but it doesn't leave that much between them. Enough, maybe, that she can set her plate down in the space there...]
Perhaps you just haven't found the right ones. These ones aren't too sweet. Lemon and vanilla.
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And the swing will rock a little more when she takes a seat on the other end, though Ilsa doesn't mind it as much. And it's not so small that there isn't room, but it doesn't leave that much between them. Enough, maybe, that she can set her plate down in the space there...]
Perhaps you just haven't found the right ones. These ones aren't too sweet. Lemon and vanilla.