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malum-corvus:

_{With a thoughtful hand falling aginast Sebastian’s chin, the Phantomhive butler allowed his mind to travel through the many restaurants of London to suit his young lord’s fine taste.}
_{“If I may, there is a small pastry shop not too far from where we stand which serves tea cakes made of freshly baked bread and only the best ingredients in all of England. You can get tea there, as well as a pastry. I assume you wouldn’t mind rotting your teeth far more than you already have today, young master.”}

Ciel rolled an uncovered eye at the snide remark from his servant. He’d let it slide this time, only because his mind was stuck on the word ‘pastry’. That sounded delightful, and he wondered if the sweets there would be as delicious as the ones Sebastian prepared for him.

“We’ll go there. We’ve been out for quite a while today and I could go for a cup of tea.” Turning on his heel, he made way down the cobbled street in the direction of the shop that Sebastian had pointed out.

Stepping inside, the air was rich with the sweet scent of freshly baked goods. It was quaint and cozy, with fresh pastries and sweets lining the counter on one side, and little tables and chairs against the wall on the other like a small cafe. Each table was finely decorated with an elegant tablecloth and a single, lit candle as well as the daily newspaper for patrons to peruse. Ciel sat in the finely crafted chair at one table in the corner. With a dismissive wave to Sebastian, he spoke.

“Go, order me something from the counter. You know what I like.” And with that, he crossed one leg over the other and buried his attentions in the pages of the newspaper.

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Ciel rolled an uncovered eye at the snide remark from his servant. He’d let it slide this time, only because his mind...