Cylvan regularly tucked things to eat in his mouth, chuckling every time Saffron barely acknowledged him. Peeled oranges, plums, bite-sized pieces of sandwich, a sip of mimosa, toast. When the taste of cake with whipped cream and strawberries touched Saffron’s lips, he finally sat up with sparkling eyes, and Cylvan laughed more before handing the rest of the cake over.
