[She can feel him staring. At first she thinks perhaps she has made too many sweets. It cannot be so, because Ciel Phantomhive inhales sweets like air.
She glances at him, too, eyebrow raising just slightly. Perhaps she is working too fast. Perhaps he needs assistance. She pauses in stirring up another batch of cookie dough and glances at him. ]
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She glances at him, too, eyebrow raising just slightly. Perhaps she is working too fast. Perhaps he needs assistance. She pauses in stirring up another batch of cookie dough and glances at him. ]
Is there something the matter?