Catch-all: Byleth

[ercnerd]

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[divineimpulse]

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right. she sets the tea down, somehow balanced on the log, and starts arming herself with stick and mallow.

time to roast this sucker.



she's taking this very seriously, rolling it like a rotisserie chicken.]

[ercnerd]

[She's taking it very seriously.

Well, far be it from him to break her concentration. He's going to enjoy this tea while she focuses on cooking her marshmallow.]

[divineimpulse]

[the marshmallow is browning slowly. byleth is pleased with her progress, and adjusts it, ever so slightly.

the marshmallow lights on fire.

she frowns. and removes it.

...]

Nothing wrong with a little crunch.

[she transfers it to the graham cracker and chocolate, as sieg showed, and sandwiches that shit, passing it over.]

[ercnerd]

[Attagirl.

His expression and eyes both brighten at the finished product.]

Is this for me?

[divineimpulse]

Since I ate yours.

[completely and without stopping to ask if you'd actually wanted some.

she proffers the whole thing out to him.]

[ercnerd]

Then I'll just have to graciously accept it.

[She spoils him. He frees one hand from the cup in his grasp to receive the s'more, out of which he proceeds to take a bite. Of course, he swallows before saying anything.]

Mm, that's the way it should be!

[divineimpulse]

[his joy over tea and smore is really the best. she glows with the muted flare of a tealight.]

I'm glad.

[ercnerd]

[It's the little things that matter. He sips the tea, washing down the sticky sweet.]

You don't say much, do you?

[divineimpulse]

[oh.

she shakes her head, a little less bright.]

[ercnerd]

[He smiles against the s'more as he brings it up for another bite.]

Relax. I don't mean that as criticism. There's nothing wrong with a little brevity.

[divineimpulse]

...Thank you.

[she drinks her tea.]

I'm trying to be more talkative.

[it always makes her oddly self-conscious of the fact that she isn't.]