"You can have this, Nessia," Charles said as he handed a bamboo steamer to the young lady, whom he had first met a few hours ago. "They're custard buns."
"Custard buns?" Nessia echoed, narrowing her clear blue eyes just a bit. "What are custard buns?"
With her stern tone, thin-rimmed spectacles, and neat braid, she reminded Charles of a librarian or teacher. "It's hard to explain," Charles said hastily. "Here, let me show you."
"Okay."
Charles held the steamer a distance from Nessia before lifting the lid to show her it was not a trap.
The young lady's gaze softened a little as she saw three white buns inside. She reached out and picked one of them. Still unsure what custard was, she took a small bite.
"S-Sweet!" Nessia exclaimed in surprise and delight, all hesitance gone. She came from a poor family, so she rarely got to enjoy sweets and desserts. Unsurprisingly, they'd become one of her few weaknesses.
If Renard had trust issues, Nessia had a sweet tooth.
