eight.

[withwhisperlow]

[The first morning back to reality had been spent dropping kisses onto the curls atop her brother's head and allowing him to eat desserts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She called into the front office of his school and the apartment spent hours smelling of cinnamon and chocolate and sugar. The next few days had continued in an oven-warm haze of

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[withwhisperlow]

You are most welcome. I am very glad that it suited.

I will admit that I made quite a mess in the experimentation phase.

[withwhisperlow]

Oh! Something like it, yes. But there was some degree of tweaking. Different kinds of chocolate, different types of whiskey. To make things taste right?

[withwhisperlow]

I like to personalize recipes. I try for regulars too - they like things a certain way, and after a while you figure it out too.