[ It is entirely too much to keep the box. In the regular course of things, if he'd given her something like this, she'd have taken it with happy satisfaction. This is not the regular course of things; he could have traded it for other supplies, he could have simply insisted they share, he could have kept it for himself - all of these things would be understandable, acceptable.

But if it showed up in his egg, then that means they're his - his, because he values them. And he is giving them to her. Her gaze sharpens even as her eyes dilate. ]

Matthias... [ She wants to lean in and kiss him. He's not given the slightest bit of permission for her to do that. So all she does is lean in. Her heated gaze drops from his eyes to his lips and back again. ]

I'm not going to say no. But if they're mine that means I get to do what I like with them. And I insist that you have one with me so I can enjoy them properly. It's bad luck to eat semla on your own, you know.