Fic: ‘Tis the Season: not enough
Title: ‘Tis the Season: not enough
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: (G)
Time Period: The holiday period..
Summary: How much cinnamon?
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
This feels like an overload of the spice!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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He regards the mug put before him critically. “I don't think there's enough cinnamon.”
“Why don't you taste it?”
His gaze flattens. “I don't drink hot chocolate.”
“Because it's not rum?”
“Aye.”
“Aside from its lack of rum, what's wrong with it?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “There's not enough cinnamon.”
“There's cinnamon in it.”
“There should be flakes of it,” he comments. “Flakes of cinnamon on top of the cocoa.”
“Do you know how hard it is to get flakes of cinnamon?”
“I take it to be difficult.”
“Impossible, unless you want to make them y'self.”
“And how would I do that, then?”
“I don't know. Grow a bush and hope for the best?”
He scowls, she smiles and he stares at the mug between them.
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Rating: (G)
Time Period: The holiday period..
Summary: How much cinnamon?
Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).
This feels like an overload of the spice!
Disclaimer
All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.
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He regards the mug put before him critically. “I don't think there's enough cinnamon.”
“Why don't you taste it?”
His gaze flattens. “I don't drink hot chocolate.”
“Because it's not rum?”
“Aye.”
“Aside from its lack of rum, what's wrong with it?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “There's not enough cinnamon.”
“There's cinnamon in it.”
“There should be flakes of it,” he comments. “Flakes of cinnamon on top of the cocoa.”
“Do you know how hard it is to get flakes of cinnamon?”
“I take it to be difficult.”
“Impossible, unless you want to make them y'self.”
“And how would I do that, then?”
“I don't know. Grow a bush and hope for the best?”
He scowls, she smiles and he stares at the mug between them.