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John reached for his coin pouch.
Sera's hand stopped his wrist gently. "I will pay."
" Sera—"
She gave him a look that ended arguments.
The vendor took Sera's coins like he was touching sacred offerings.
Fizz bit into a honey twist, sighed happily, and spoke through crumbs. "See. This is why she is a senior. Wisdom. Charity. Excellent taste."
The club students watched like this was a religious event.
John felt the heat rise in his face. He leaned slightly toward Sera. "You do not have to do this."
She replied softly. "I want to."
Fizz licked sugar off his paw. "Also, in my eyes, you are earning points. I am keeping score. You are currently leading."
Sera blinked. "Points."
Fizz nodded solemnly. "Snack points. The only points that matter."
Sera's mouth twitched, amused. "Then I will continue earning them."
John did not know whether to be grateful or terrified.
They walked the rest of the way to the shop.
