[ She lifts a shoulder and smiles despite the gusty sigh that issues forth. ]

My lord favors it, and so acquiring the taste was rendered necessary.

[ Or post-coffee morning kisses would have been forever awful.

A few things flit across her face: fondness, her own light melancholy, the re-establishment of the smile. ]

But it is still a little bitter for my tastes without something sweet to accompany it.