[Indecision? Well, it looks like she's got something.
He pulls the stick back, lays it across his lap, and grabs a couple of crackers and a chocolate bar that he then presses over and under the marshmallow.]
[she dubiously takes the s'more in one hand, and the stick in the other.
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she's putting down the stick to focus on high-speed consumption. it's under a minute before it's gone from this world, and she's delicately eating marshmallow bits off of her fingertips.]
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Week 0: Tuesday
Yo, Byleth! Here for some chocolate?
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Not chocolate.
[she has her little tea pot (a literal pot) balanced on a pair of logs, a smaller offshoot fire underneath of it.]
Have you tried the "Marshmallow"s?
[maybe he can hear the quotemarks]
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I have. Don't you know that you can stick chocolate on them? That's the best combination.
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[First, he's got a marshmallow to toast. While he works on that, he directs his gaze to the tea pot on the logs.]
Is that yours?
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[she looks]
...It's on fire.
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[He casually draws the stick back and blows on it. At a second glance, it hasn't heated quite enough, so he lets it hover by the fire.]
There's nothing wrong with a little bit of crunch.
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he's not wrong
just... on desserts? she eyes it with some curiosity.]
What kind of tea would you like?
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then back at sieghart
and the teas
and just chooses one.]
Okay.
[she starts brewing it, whatever it is.]
Are the marshmallows better cooked?
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He pulls the stick back, lays it across his lap, and grabs a couple of crackers and a chocolate bar that he then presses over and under the marshmallow.]
It's looking good.
See? This is how it's done.
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huh.
alright, you've got her attention. the mush of the mallow is not necessarily something she expected.]
What does it taste like?
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[He points the stick and s'more both in Byleth's direction.]
Want to try it?
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she's putting down the stick to focus on high-speed consumption. it's under a minute before it's gone from this world, and she's delicately eating marshmallow bits off of her fingertips.]
That was enlightening.
[in that it was a godly sandwich.]
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[And she did it with such quiet gusto.]
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shit]
I'm sorry.
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It was delicious.
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Don't sweat it. I can always make another one.
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[the tea is finished brewing. she removes the pot, and pours two long, dark cups, passing one to sieg.]
Honeyed fruit blend.
Almost as sweet as your sandwich.
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[He takes the cup, whiffs the sweet aroma wafting from it, and treats himself to a sip. His eyes widen as he lowers the cup.]
Hey, not bad! I could get used to this.
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she can't help but smile at his enthusiastic reaction to her pick.]
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How about making your own now?
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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.]
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Well, far be it from him to break her concentration. He's going to enjoy this tea while she focuses on cooking her marshmallow.]
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the marshmallow lights on fire.
she frowns. and removes it.
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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.]
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His expression and eyes both brighten at the finished product.]
Is this for me?
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