[ Trahearne simply continues to unpack the food, blissfully unaware of the sort of thought process into which he's thrown Beatrix. And also blissfully unaware that he's shouldered her with the knowledge that there is indeed spicy erotica somewhere in this house. He doesn't seem particularly embarrassed about this fact, either.
When she turns him down, he doesn't seem terribly heartbroken over it, either; he simply hums in acknowledgement.
He glances down as she kneels to feed the cat, and he smiles a little. ]
That's one way to make you her favourite.
[ The cat eagerly and politely gobbles up the treats from Beatrix's hand, and proceeds to sniff when she doesn't find anymore. And when she doesn't, she starts pressing her paw to the hand, as though it might produce more. ]
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When she turns him down, he doesn't seem terribly heartbroken over it, either; he simply hums in acknowledgement.
He glances down as she kneels to feed the cat, and he smiles a little. ]
That's one way to make you her favourite.
[ The cat eagerly and politely gobbles up the treats from Beatrix's hand, and proceeds to sniff when she doesn't find anymore. And when she doesn't, she starts pressing her paw to the hand, as though it might produce more. ]