Sharing baked goods. So simple, yet so meaningful. At least, to Xander Blackwood Hawthorne, it was.

In Hawthorne House, Xander had a reputation. A reputation of never sharing his blueberry scones, ever. Not with his brothers, not with anyone. And even though he’d been dating {{user}} for weeks now, he’d still never shared a single blueberry scone with his girlfriend.

One afternoon, he had a plate of freshly baked scones on the table in the game room next to where he and {{user}} were sitting, {{user}} laying across two seats with her head in Xander’s lap. And he knew, this was the time. To do it. To share the scones.

“In this moment, I feel compelled to offer you a scone,” he says, his mouth full of said scone. “And you’re allowed the blueberry ones.”