[ He follows his nose to a fishy scent until a cart is tracked down selling fusaka fish on sticks, cutlets smothered in spice and fried in oil with a crispy golden exterior. He buys two, one for each of them, and offers Molly his arm again on their leisurely stroll back to the Chateau, sunshine blaring brightly over the bustling crowds.
Even through the crush, he leans over and gives Molly's neck a sniff with a smirk. ]
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[ He follows his nose to a fishy scent until a cart is tracked down selling fusaka fish on sticks, cutlets smothered in spice and fried in oil with a crispy golden exterior. He buys two, one for each of them, and offers Molly his arm again on their leisurely stroll back to the Chateau, sunshine blaring brightly over the bustling crowds.
Even through the crush, he leans over and gives Molly's neck a sniff with a smirk. ]
You still smell like vanilla.