[ Matt grins at her. He likes a lady/enby/gentleman who just goes for it. Far be it from him to ignore such a clear (and adorable) request.
Matt shifts slightly closer, positioning his elbow just so. Gently, but unerringly, he brings the bite of pastry to Jester's lips. ]
Tell me if it's good, [ he murmurs. Sure, the evidence suggests that one or both of them have already sampled it, but honestly all previous flavors are a sugared blur to him. Under the table, his foot jitters. ]
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Matt shifts slightly closer, positioning his elbow just so. Gently, but unerringly, he brings the bite of pastry to Jester's lips. ]
Tell me if it's good, [ he murmurs. Sure, the evidence suggests that one or both of them have already sampled it, but honestly all previous flavors are a sugared blur to him. Under the table, his foot jitters. ]