He swallowed carefully, then straightened up. “It is sweet,” he said.
Flavia smiled, pleased. “Do you think it’s sweet enough to catch tadpoles?”
It was Dael’s turn to be confused. “Perhaps, but...it’s too big, don’t you think? It might crush the tadpole.”
“Maybe.”
Flavia leaned in, gazed into his eyes, and he swallowed hard.
“But remember,” she said, “size isn’t everything.” And she patted the top of his head.
Dael knew the condescending gesture, had endured it from his brother all his life. “Oy! I’m not short!”
Flavia’s eyes were bright with suppressed mirth. “I never said you were.”
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