"You spoil me, Alexander," he says happily, entirely at home with the idea. He glances at the row of ingredients, another four hours' worth of work in increments, and kisses Alec again before perching on a stool again. "I haven't attempted something this complex in decades," he admits, sobering a little. "If it comes together, it should be a workable substitute for yin fen. Without its addictive properties."
Something he knows Alec in particular will appreciate the importance of. Isabelle has managed to kick her habit, but she should never have needed to.
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Something he knows Alec in particular will appreciate the importance of. Isabelle has managed to kick her habit, but she should never have needed to.