[he watches her, nostalgia sweeping over him in a wind that smells like the seaside. his siblings once went shopping for saltwater taffy with him, once, and they had exhibited the same degree of unrestrained glee, especially when they had discovered root-beer-flavored taffy. the thought piques his interest, and he moves in beside her, looking to perhaps purchase a little for himself]
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Have you ever had a root beer barrel, Edward?