[ And it's the simplicity of it's style that only in moment like these, that Affogato can appreciate the beauty of. Normally the self-centered Cookie wants lavish. Grand.

But always, watching Cacao, he realizes... it's beautiful. ]

And, as ever, My Liege, it is wonderful.

[ The strokes are masterful, the poem flowing, and Affogato darts his eyes from Cacao to the paper before Cacao can realize where those words were really aimed at. ]

You penmanship has not suffered in the least. I daresay it has even improved.