[ For the first time in a while, Haro whirs from his spot tucked into her arm: Present! Present! Despite this, Banagher corrects him. ]
Okay, okay. Next time, it'll be on you.
[ Sipping his own hot chocolate, he breaks away from the cart so the next people can order. The evening had darkened fully into night by now, the sky overhead black and starless. All the holiday decorations just made it seem more pronounced. On buildings, in the trees. Even the airplanes looked a little distant.
He exhales over the rim of the cup and sends a big plume of white into the air. ]
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Okay, okay. Next time, it'll be on you.
[ Sipping his own hot chocolate, he breaks away from the cart so the next people can order. The evening had darkened fully into night by now, the sky overhead black and starless. All the holiday decorations just made it seem more pronounced. On buildings, in the trees. Even the airplanes looked a little distant.
He exhales over the rim of the cup and sends a big plume of white into the air. ]
When do you have to be home by, anyway?