Page 84 of Deja New
“Why don’t you try patronizing me? That’s bound to help me figure it out.”
“This is the Holy Grail of pastry! You know how many of those tiny, delicious-yet-mean swan puffs he’s made me in twenty-some years?”
“Archer, Jack’s only been alive for—”
“Two! You’re here a week and you already have one? The world just doesn’t make sense anymore!”
“Sothiswould be the worst part of the trip, then?”
“Yes! We have a new winner. Dammit.”
She walked to her side of the bed and studied it: light golden brown with pastry cream nestled beneath the wings and a beautifully arched neck. And best of all...
She picked up the plate and sniffed her swan, then showed it to Archer. “It’s not coffee flavored.”
“Which is making you smile because...?”
“Because Jack’s trying new things. That’s all. And if you stop pouting, I’ll share it with you.”
“Okay. You should eat the head first—chomp!” Archer mimed savagely decapitating a bird shaped from pastry. “It’s deeply satisfying.”
“You can devour the head.”
“I love you so much right now.”
“As you should.”
