█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  And he regarded the pastries promptly, electing them from her generous hands; whatever abiding traces of smug diluting from his visage as he gnawed on the palatable confectionery in a haste.  

                ❝ Man– I shure liike y’er pastwies. ❞  Gray said thickly, the touch of awe that found its way into his voice lost in a mouthful of sweets.