Chapter 69: The Winner Announced
Alistair reached past Benedict for a small pastry and bit into it before anyone could reasonably expect him to contribute anything further.
Then he said, quite pleasantly, around the bite:
"Sweet."
Lucian turned to him with a frown.
"I beg your pardon?"
"The scent," Alistair said, chewing slowly. "Earl Hawthorne described it as sweet. If that is not sufficient description for your purposes, Your Grace, I am not certain what you were hoping for."
He picked up another pastry and examined it with brief professional interest.
"Sweet is, generally speaking, a fairly complete description of something sweet."
Lucian's eyes narrowed.
"I was speaking to the Earl," he said.
"Yes," Alistair replied. "And I was listening. It is an unfortunate habit of mine."
He took another bite, chewing with quiet satisfaction before continuing.
