After breakfast Fuss discovered a piece of Devra's chipotle/peach chocolate on the coffee table.
He picked it up, Said OOOOooh! in a delighted tone and turned to me, extending it solemnly and declaring
"I love this."
Breakfast dessert? In Paris we had chocolate croissants with our cafe cremes, so why not.
I think it was the same chunk Cousin Fiend took a bite of last night and condemned as "too spicy!", complete with theatrical hand waving to cool off her presumably flaming tongue.
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