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{{follow up from this thread}}
Basil fetches a slice of cake and put on a kettle for tea in the little grate in the studio so he wouldn't be leaving Aria alone there while preparing food in the kitchen. Even though in their little cottage, it wasn't terribly far. The cake was from the bakery where Aria worked, and Basil was very fond of it, though he was still too preoccupied with the work to eat just now.
"There you are, darling." He says, laying the plate before his lover and returning to his anxious fussing about Aria's shoulder and making the boy stand in such a rigorous pose, no matter how beautiful.