"Good enough for me," Liam said. "I'm not interested in marrying the Precise Priestess, after all." He liked Antimony, sure, but nooooooope.

"Thank you," he added, his own smile turning soft, warmth spreading through him as his eyes met hers. It was such a small thing, a pastry he'd never tried before, but that was the beauty of it. He'd never had someone in his life who'd paid attention to those little things, included something just because they thought he'd like it. "I love you, you know."