[ He bites into a piece of sugar-dusted zeppole, smiling as the fried dough flakes apart and melts in his mouth. Yeah, that's good. Too good, really; he feels an automatic pang of shame at indulging something so rich and delicious. But ... he'd worked hard, he supposed. Minor decadence was okay. ]
They're fantastic.
[ Another bite, another obvious sigh of satisfaction. ]
We should bake together sometime. I like teaching, but it'd be nice to work with another expert.
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They're fantastic.
[ Another bite, another obvious sigh of satisfaction. ]
We should bake together sometime. I like teaching, but it'd be nice to work with another expert.