"They are...perfect." Leia smiled broadly at him, and his face froze. He blinked his eyes and his expression switched to that of a normal one. "Little wife, I want an honest opinion, not an opinion to make me feel good. I know you're lying." He sighed, and she arched her brow at him. "Are you okay?" she inquired, and he stared at her, not uttering a word.
"Adrik, I was serious when I said it tasted perfect. I love it." She chuckled softly, and he narrowed his eyes at her before a slow smile formed on his lips. "So... I did a good job this time?" he asked, and she bobbed at him. "A perfect job." She chuckled and her eyes stared lovingly at him.
Adrik took a deep relieved breath as he nodded and abruptly cleared his throat. He stuffed his hand into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a mini black box, then handed it over to her.
