'I only ate a measly piece that day… I didn't even get to try the other one…'
Now I feel sad…
There is no way a family of such high status would save those "passed out" desserts stay in the Dukedom. There is no way such a thing as a refrigerator exists here…
'... ah... Right...'
Since I was lost in thoughts, I had forgotten we were still hugging with the Duke. But now that I recalled it as I felt dejected, might as well take advantage of it.
Buring my face on his shoulder, digging into it disheartened by the loss, I started to pout inwardly.
'Sir~ my pastries~ what happened to my pastries~~ I need sugar to recover~~ give me my daily doses of pastries~~~'
"Oh… no… don't do that sweetie, your forehead will sting if you rub it in this rough fabric… hmm? Look at me… ah... it's already a bit red…"
