He left the room, and returned a few seconds later carrying two small white bowls full of blackberries. Xen laughed and took her bowl. She snuggled up next to him as settled in bed, and they feasted on blackberries.
“Good berries,” he observed.
“Mmm,” agreed Xen. “You have to give me blackberries every time you beat me.”
Jareth looked down and met her twinkling eyes with an evil grin. “Deal,” he said, and she laughed again, snuggling closer.
“I don’t know why you were upset.” She told him smugly. “You smell good in lavender.” She laughed at his glare, then squealed in protest when he reached down and squeezed her tender backside.