"That a promise?" There's an appeal the more Heine considers it, his mouth opening to take the cake and chew away. The wayward hand to his stomach comes to some surprise. He feels fine; a little fuller, but not yet fit to pop.
"I won't. Besides- you have to feed me, remember?" He smiles and laps at the frosting on his lips.
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"I won't. Besides- you have to feed me, remember?" He smiles and laps at the frosting on his lips.