[ He isn't even reading for fun... This is all work. He honestly doesn't even know what "reading for fun" is.
Trahearne turns back to her, listening. ]
It's not silly at all--it makes perfect sense. It only seems a bit strange from a sylvari's perspective, I suppose.
[ And she's noticed the bag! Of course, it is here for her to notice, after all. With a bright smile he hands it to her, hand underneath to keep the contents supported. ]
You honestly didn't expect me to get you something after you told me it was your birthday? This is for you.
[ Inside the bag is a small cake housed in a little box, accompanied by what seems like a portable travel cup that magically seems to keep drinks warm decorated with fall imagery. The mug isn't empty, though. It's filled with a warm, sweet coffee concoction with which Trahearne himself recently became acquainted with: a pumpkin spice latte. ]
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Trahearne turns back to her, listening. ]
It's not silly at all--it makes perfect sense. It only seems a bit strange from a sylvari's perspective, I suppose.
[ And she's noticed the bag! Of course, it is here for her to notice, after all. With a bright smile he hands it to her, hand underneath to keep the contents supported. ]
You honestly didn't expect me to get you something after you told me it was your birthday? This is for you.
[ Inside the bag is a small cake housed in a little box, accompanied by what seems like a portable travel cup that magically seems to keep drinks warm decorated with fall imagery. The mug isn't empty, though. It's filled with a warm, sweet coffee concoction with which Trahearne himself recently became acquainted with: a pumpkin spice latte. ]
Happy birthday, Ori.