Jens enthusiastically leaned against the counter and opened the box. Bypassing the plastic knife, he broke off about a third of it and took a huge bite. Ivy watched, appalled, and I shrugged. His mouth moving as he hummed, Jens finished unpacking the sacks. I was half dead, Ivy was whoring herself to keep me safe, but Jens was okay as long as he had chocolate.

A Fistful of Charms