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"I have done the making of The chocolates with my own hands!" Starfire exclaims, smile widening as she proffers a misshapen burgundy box redolent of crystallized sugar.
Transfixed, snowflakes pirouetting around them both in the pellucid morning light, Red Star's mind is whispering you traversed half the world to bring me chocolates?; his voice manages only a quiet "Thank you."
Her luminous expression softens as she perceives his unuttered wonderment, explaining, "Cyborg has taught me that on the Day of Valentine's, Earth people give many flowers and chocolates to the one who brings the strongest romantic love to their hearts."