[ Inside the shop, there is a cornucopia of choice for her to marvel at. It is overwhelming in some respects; being from the slums, she has never seen so much choice before. It’s usually a “to order” sort of situation at cafes and the like, with few exceptions. When she finally lets go of his hand, she’s leaning over to peer into the display case, green eyes sparkling like jewels. He hums a happy little tune then, as Aerith leans this way and that way. Marveling at the sweets without abandon, she barely cares about how silly it must look.
She’s terribly glad she mustered up the energy to get up and seek him out, specifically. When Trahearne’s voice interrupts her thoughts, she looks up at him, tilts her head, and registers what he’s saying a moment later before standing up right, beaming again. This is a cause for very serious consideration. ]
Two cups of chicken noodle soup, please!
[ He doesn’t get a choice— in truth, it’s not her mother’s soup, but a cup of something warm and relaxing with a friend is just as important and lovely to her. She’s not had the chance before, and making up for it sounds delightful. ]
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She’s terribly glad she mustered up the energy to get up and seek him out, specifically. When Trahearne’s voice interrupts her thoughts, she looks up at him, tilts her head, and registers what he’s saying a moment later before standing up right, beaming again. This is a cause for very serious consideration. ]
Two cups of chicken noodle soup, please!
[ He doesn’t get a choice— in truth, it’s not her mother’s soup, but a cup of something warm and relaxing with a friend is just as important and lovely to her. She’s not had the chance before, and making up for it sounds delightful. ]