My pick this week is from:
The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater
He inclines his head toward Finn and asks, "Now, what, exactly, is a November cake?"
He asks it with such genuine curiosity that of course Finn has to speak even more, describing the moist crumb, the nectar that seeps from the base of it, the icing that soaks into the cake before you can lick it off. It is probably the kindest thing I have ever seen in my life, George Holly asking my brother about baked goods.