[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.]
[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.]
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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.
[...]
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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[completely and without stopping to ask if you'd actually wanted some.
she proffers the whole thing out to him.]
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[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!
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I'm glad.
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You don't say much, do you?
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she shakes her head, a little less bright.]
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Relax. I don't mean that as criticism. There's nothing wrong with a little brevity.
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[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.]