“Taste one. They are from the royal kitchen, and thus, the finest confections in all the kingdom.” “Very well.” I picked up a candied yuja, then dropped it into my mouth. A sigh of pleasure escaped me. The slice was crispy and chewy sweet, bursting with memories of sunshine and laughter. “We ought to quarrel more often.” I reached into his peace offering pouch and picked up a candied lotus root this time. “Given our difference in temperament,” he said dryly, “there will likely be many more quarrels to come.”
