So all he could do in response was grunt, open the next one with a sharp twist of his nail, and then smile at her chortle of glee. “There’s another one!” Heart squeezing, he told himself to store this memory away for when he no longer had her. Her happiness was a fleeting moment he would cling to for the rest of his life. He scooped the next pearl out for her, so she wouldn’t have to touch the oyster she found so disgusting. “Here you are, kalon. Another for your collection.”
