[ He looks so pleased with himself that she's playing along, and that she's given him a name: small victories. A macaron disappears behind grinning lips, and Gus melts a second time— noodling onto his table exaggeratedly— speaking through a full mouth. ]
Iona...! A name as sweet as this macaron, goddamn.
[ Oops, he slipped and fell into his crassness. He doesn't care. ]
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Iona...! A name as sweet as this macaron, goddamn.
[ Oops, he slipped and fell into his crassness. He doesn't care. ]