Lacey picked up her cinnamon bun and looked at it from the top, then the side, and then the bottom. “What’s in it?” she asked Emma.
“What do you mean?” his sister replied.
“You made it sound like your brother would be hard to convince about your idea to start a café. I assumed it was because he thought the idea was too extreme, too fast, too risky…” She waved her hand in a circle. “All that. And yet, he has been receptive and even countered with a more extreme idea. There must be something in the cinnamon buns. He has eaten two and become more agreeable with each bite.”
Emma laughed. “I told you they were his favourites.”
“Yes, but you did not mention magical qualities. He has gone from looking askance at my sister to applauding her ideas.”
Will groaned. “Looking askance? Don’t tell me. You like all that Austen stuff, too.”
[from Don’t Tell Mom I Have a Girlfriend]
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