The tugging was gentle but the grip IRON, and it didn’t take much to get him to take her lead.
A bakery?
Up, further.
…A house?
…Her House?
SCREEEEEECHING HALT.
“Is–uh, sorry to intrude–wait, is this your house? Is someone else here? If I knew we were coming I’d have brought over something for a gift…b-but wait, seriously, there isn’t a lot to say…!”
She let out a rather amusing squeak at the sudden stop, turning back to look at him with a baffled expression on her face.
“Huh? Yeah, it’s my house, Mama’s working down in the bakery today. S’why it’s the best place for a conversation like this. Why would you need to bring a gift?”
Then she huffed and pouted, probably looking rather cute but would forever deny it.
“Like hell there is, ‘Suke. You’re obviously bothered by something and uncomfortable with speaking about it in public. So I’ll listen to whatever you have to say once we’re inside. I’ll even make you a drink. Do you mind hot cocoa or something else?”
Back in the Game 