The human’s eyes slowly opened. “Yes.”
“You don’t eat it often.”
“If I ate it as often as I wanted, I wouldn’t be able to do my job.”
“Pity,” Foxx mused. “When I lived in Australia, I loved going to this lovely little bakery called Yeasty Risings. They had all kinds of baked goods, but the best stuff there was by far the vast varieties of fresh bread they put out each day. Fresh and delicious. Interestingly enough, there was never any staff. You’d just go in, grab what you wanted, and leave the money.”
“They don’t get robbed?”
“Haven’t yet. Though I heard rumors they are run by someone associated with the mob…so that could be why. Either way, the bread was delicious. So, what else do you like that you don’t eat often because you are old and human?”
“I’m not that old.” Harlow huffed, before sighing and saying, “Pie.”
“Oh, pie is delicious. What kind? Pasties? Shepherds? Mince pie? Or are we talking dessert pies? I suppose since we are in the US you mean dessert. You all seem to love those more here.”
“Dessert. But I like a good meat pie too.”
“Mm, so do I.” Foxx giggled, fluttering his lashes suggestively.
Harlow snorted. “Flirting when you can’t do anything is sort of pointless, Foxx.” The human took another bite of bread.
“It just comes out naturally.” He sniffed and shoved his piece the rest of the way into his mouth. Mmmm breadddd. He chewed and swallowed, before asking, “So, dessert pies? What is your favorite?”
Foxx would find out all he needed to know, to further cement his friendship with the human. And also, for future bribery purposes. Not to mention, so he could use the information to be petty when the man pissed him off. Nothing like slowly eating something someone else loves right in front of them when they can’t have it.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because we are friends.”
“Mmm.”
“We are friends! Deny it all you want, but we are! You said we were, there is no going back! ”
Harlow sighed. “Cherry.”
“Cherry pie?”
“Yes,” Harlow grumbled. “But I’ll eat almost any fruit pie.”
“Good to know! Good to know! You know, I’m pretty good at making pies.”
Harlow’s brow rose. “You know how to make pies?”
“Mmm, from scratch.”
The human’s head tilted. “For my birthday.”
Foxx blinked. “Your birthday? When is your birthday?”
“It’s February fourteenth.”
“Oh, a Valentine’s baby.”
Harlow grimaced in disgust. “Don’t remind me.”
“Anyway, what about your birthday?”
Now that he knew when it was, he could plot and plan. Though mostly he had to decide if he was going to be nice or petty.
