[ Something about that strikes Trahearne as strange; why only him and Valphi? Is it...a family only affair for her people? A deeply private occasion?
Maybe he'll prod her another time. The question has him pulling back, and he smiles down at her. ]
It's a sweet coffee concoction called a pumpkin spice latte. [ The words feel foreign on his tongue. He's only said them a few times in his life, and it feels like quite a mouthful still. Memories of his first time having such a drink rush back to him, and his smile widens. ] Aerith introduced them to me, when we went on a d-- [ --wait. ] --visited a café not far from here. I thought you might like it.
[ It's...unusual for Trahearne to trip over his own words. Inwardly, he's wincing at how inelegantly he went about that. ]
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Maybe he'll prod her another time. The question has him pulling back, and he smiles down at her. ]
It's a sweet coffee concoction called a pumpkin spice latte. [ The words feel foreign on his tongue. He's only said them a few times in his life, and it feels like quite a mouthful still. Memories of his first time having such a drink rush back to him, and his smile widens. ] Aerith introduced them to me, when we went on a d-- [ --wait. ] --visited a café not far from here. I thought you might like it.
[ It's...unusual for Trahearne to trip over his own words. Inwardly, he's wincing at how inelegantly he went about that. ]