couldn’t care less what shape your ears are or what kingdom you’re from. You are good and kind and everything I’m not.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. “I once watched you set your pile of books in the snow to open a door for a woman juggling three children. You took in a pet fox, for fuck’s sake.” With each word, her mouth opened more until she stared at him slack-jawed, like the trout on her necklace. “You thought I might not come for you, yet you learned to cook my favorite dish, anyway.”
