“You mean like flowers and jewelry?” Lakshmi asks. “No,” Story interjects, twirling a lock of her dark hair around a finger. “Like when he comes to your door and carves your initial into his chest.” Lavinia blurts, “Or when he brings you the head of your enemy.” At everyone’s shocked stares, she shrinks into herself, quickly adding, “Or, you know, when he takes care of your kitten or helps you fix a clock.”
