[ cronch cronch cronch goes badou's victory treats (a victory because it had honestly been a gamble to see if heine would comply in the first place. the dried strawberry is a strange flavor to mingle with the distinctly artificial cherry one of his lollipop, which he pops back in after swallowing. ]

Sounds about right. [ he returns to his sewing after a cocked brow heine's way. ] Havin' a taste for sweets is usually a luxury for the havers. Best to temper it down with somethin' more accessible. [ did he just turn heine's offhanded comment into a class discourse? damn he needs a cig so bad. ]