—And what is this? —asked Ibven, looking at the strange soft pastry that had been brought to them in ceramic dishes.
—They're cheesecakes —explained Jimmien, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
—But why do they have chocolate on top?
Arriving at this small store, which had signs in shades of red and white, announcing that they were a candy store and that they had many products available; Jimmien and Ibven entered this place to take a table. After a friendly waiter approached them both, Jimmien asked for the pastries he wanted to treat Ibven to, using his usual sweet and charming voice.
—Why do you eat them that way, either with chocolate or fudge on top. Some people put honey on it, but... I don't like honey —Jimmien explained, taking his cake from the plate, ready to e
