Disclaimer: I'm not Lemony Snicket

Disclaimer: I'm not Lemony Snicket. Obviously. Because if I were I would totally be writing fanfiction of my own work.

He waited for her at breakfast that morning, having made a bowl of oatmeal for her, sweetened, with raspberries on top.

The entire three minutes he waited for her seemed like the longest of all his 17 years.

"What's this?" she said when she finally did arrive.

"For you," he mumbled.

"Don't you know?" she said, smiling in that perplexing way of hers, "Raspberries are my favorite,"