...his hand is already reaching out to collect a piece of the delicious pastry before the good doctor even realises what he's doing, his fingers instead curling into a tight fist as decades worth of willpower is channelled into freezing the offending limb in place, firmly in the middle of the void between the delectable bounty and the good doctor's mouth. Priorities, Faust.
"...I'm so sorry for causing a scene, Miss Muffet."
No amount of tea or baked goods is going to dissuade him from owning up to his mistakes. That, and he honestly doesn't feel like sitting down and enjoying a delicious tart and a warm cup of tea after what just happened.
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Priorities, Faust.
"...I'm so sorry for causing a scene, Miss Muffet."
No amount of tea or baked goods is going to dissuade him from owning up to his mistakes. That, and he honestly doesn't feel like sitting down and enjoying a delicious tart and a warm cup of tea after what just happened.