The beverages were received by all with relief, and the pastries with inordinate delight that belied their weariness of just moments before. The kids jumped up, vacating the couch for the adults, but Ira just sat up from where he was on the floor, between Ori and Staas. Staas gestured for Ori choose her pastry of preference and Ira smiled, automatically giving the other man a hand with dividing up the napkins and forks to everybody.
“Wow, thanks. In that case, I claim this profiterole in the name of me,” Ori gleefully announced, daintily nabbing the cream puff. “Thanks, Staas.” Her grin was huge, and though it was harder to tell with her brother, Ira thought he felt the same way.
Then the swans of course went to the kids, while Ira grudgingly acquiesced to his host’s insistence and of the two pastries left selected the chocolate fairy cake. (Way too cute, and easier to eat than a normal cupcake! And, of course, chocolate. What more could you want?)
Ori was staring at her profiterole carefully, fork poised, as if trying to gauge the best (and neatest) way of attacking the little round pastry was. After a failed try that ended in a good amount of the cream filling squishing out, she giggled and had a bite. “Mm. Damn tasty. Did you make these too?”