[ Is she crying again? That's delightful, there's no wondering if Olivia actually liked the stuff or not. Ramir's still smiling, pleased, when she finally turns back to the cake, and makes quick work with the knife to carve out two pieces for them. Holding out one on a plate for her: ]
Okay, here you go. Breakfast. It's strawberry flavored, and I don't think that's a fruit? But I wasn't gonna make fucking fruitcake, so it's the best I could do.
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[ Is she crying again? That's delightful, there's no wondering if Olivia actually liked the stuff or not. Ramir's still smiling, pleased, when she finally turns back to the cake, and makes quick work with the knife to carve out two pieces for them. Holding out one on a plate for her: ]
Okay, here you go. Breakfast. It's strawberry flavored, and I don't think that's a fruit? But I wasn't gonna make fucking fruitcake, so it's the best I could do.