[The doggie treats are quietly set on the counter; how long will it take keen noses to smell the new additions, or for a "helpful" raccoon to point them out? He glances at Sasha in between setting them out, hiding any too-long looks behind taking a sip of his drink. Only after he peels off the cover of the dish does he put his drink down, change the topic, and ask in a tone of voice that sounds like he's found a long lost love:]
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Did you make me bouillabaisse for Christmas?
[200% touched without even a hug, go figure.]