He crossed the kitchen quickly, and didn't waste a second to kiss his wife hello once she stood (with an outstretched hand from him, of course--she was pregnant, she shouldn't be kneeling). Tomas felt his face flicker into a smile, and it felt like he was rusty. Smiling was his thing, he had a great smile, so feeling as if this emotion was a foreign expression was so damn strange.
"I'm sure they taste fine," he said in an overly content manner, his hand going to the small of Avis' back as he turned to Geoffrey. The boy seemed quite comfortable to be back home, and from the reports the children had been awoken from a magically induced slumber--if they'd been that way for the entire ordeal, no one knew, but it was strange to almost want to thank those bastards for causing the children no harm.
Tomas bent forward as Geoffrey offered a cookie and bit off the gingerbread man's arm. His face contorted at the taste but forced himself to swallow it whole. "Mm--mmmm!"
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