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«Truth can be painful~» She stuck out her tongue as much as her buck teeth permitted it, letting him pick as many chocolate snowflakes as he wanted.

«Anythin’s possible as long as ya believe in it. Uncle North always says that.»

Ester pouted when Jack questioned her culinary skills, withdrawing the leather bag and securing it back to her belt.

«Ah’ can hear ya.» She replied, glaring the Winter spirit: «And even though dad made this chocolate, who d’ya think gave it a snowflake shape? Certainly not him, so bloody obsessed by eggs. Tsk.»

“Doesn’t mean you get to be an ass about it,” he said, lightly poking Ester’s head with his staff. He grabbed more of the chocolate snowflakes and slowed down a little with his chewing.

After swallowing, he opened his mouth to talk. "I know. I hear it from the ol’ man like, a hundred times a day, and it’s beginning to sound weird.“

When Ester took away the snowflakes, a slight frown spread on the winter spirit’s face, but this slowly faded away. He had had his fill, anyway. "So it was you who shaped these, then?” he asked, tilting his head. “Damn, Ester, I had no idea you were so in love with me.” He let out a hearty laugh.