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[cuteshit]

Y-yeah-- Valentine's Day.

[His face flushes as it so often does, and he doesn't do much to mask his surprise when she puts a box in front of him-- from what he'd heard, that wasn't as common where she was from.]

Here, I've got yours--

[He pulls a box out from where he'd had it stashed underneath the counter in wait. It's heart-shaped, naturally, and while the chocolates inside aren't hand-painted, he had used custom molds to make all different shapes. Plus, he has more for her than just candy, but that part can wait-- just for a moment.

Passing her the box, he reaches for the one she'd brought, carefully opening the lid. Again, he looks surprised, but his smile pulls a little wider, lopsided.]

These are hand-made.

[He can tell just by looking.]

You-- you did this for me?