Word count: 100
A/N: Fluff, perhaps. Fredrick's too precious, okay?
Optional: Sadly, neither of them are mine, not even the strudel.
"This place has the best strudel," Fredrick was extremely enthusiastic about this little restaurant, "it’s like the kind my sister Annaleisa makes."
Fredrick was attempting to alleviate what he perceived Shosanna to be feeling as stress; as kind as the gesture was, she could not hold back the wave of nausea she felt at even the mere mention of strudel.
"No cream, please," Fredrick requested of the waiter, "as perfectly delicious strudel should stand on its own."
Upon its arrival, Shosanna cautiously took a bite. Fredrick regarded her expectantly, awaiting her approval. Shosanna smiled, despite herself.
He was right.