[Lifting a hand to her chin, Angel considered the treats behind the glass case. There were a great many options, so many that she wasn't sure she could pick just one. She hadn't been eating like a little bird of late, so at least she had that going for her.]
[And it was (sort of) her birthday. She could afford to get two treats. That way, she could have her cake and eat a roll too. Or however that line had gone.]
I think I'll get a cinnamon bun and a one of those [She squinted at a bright pink treat.] Macaron?
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[And it was (sort of) her birthday. She could afford to get two treats. That way, she could have her cake and eat a roll too. Or however that line had gone.]
I think I'll get a cinnamon bun and a one of those [She squinted at a bright pink treat.] Macaron?