[She might hear his low, quiet chuckle before she completely disappears and he goes off to the front where the counter is. There's a bit of a line so he has to wait for a bit, and when he finally makes it to the table hopefully his beloved wife has calmed her red hearts a bit.]
They had a special going on, so I got a few others we can try.
[As he sets down the tray, she'll see that not only is there the strawberry and cream crepe (with extra cream ho ho), there are also some small pastries and a cinnamon apple crepe he considered trying. And with her peppermint tea, he opted for an espresso with some extra cinnamon.]
[Well. At least she did get a little bit of a reprieve. She doesn't know why these bubbles are so pushy about it, but she could at least escape them as she sat near the back of the shop, tucked away in a corner along with crawling ivy and plants. The red hearts have all popped, but the pink ones flutter up the moment that Eustace returns.]
...Thank you.
[She huffs out a relieved sigh and looks over the spread.]
[She watches him with fondness, that headtilt making her heart flutter. He didn't need to get all of this, but he did anyway, and she does plan on showing him her gratitude.
And she'll start by shuffling a little closer to him.]
I guess we could take some back to the resort with us. Whatever we don't finish... Eat the rest of it there.
[A good thing she can force herself to be distracted by the food and the drinks rather than the blatant way he tries to make those red hearts appear again.
Maybe if she just plays along? Plays it cool?]
Hm? You must have something extra special planned, then.
[It could be because the hearts are making her that much more embarrassed about this whole thing, but the way that grin of his burrows right into her heart and makes a home there is so much more insistent than most. And on a normal day when she isn't about to be consumed by bubbles, it's pretty damn insistent.
But she'll be sure to show her gratitude for him sparing her long enough for her to eat later. For now, she's happy to dig into the crepe, taking it carefully between her fingers and biting into it, whipped cream dabbing her nose.]
You know... I was thinking of learning how to make these for the café sometime...
Basically, and they're not too complex. The ones they had here were stars and hearts, and instead of it folded over like these, they were more flat, more similar to a pancake.
But she watches him with nothing but pure affection in her eyes before she's pulling it back, catching a strawberry in her mouth before it can topple out of the crepe completely, and she beams at him, smile reaching all the way up into her eyes.]
[Setting down the crepe, she leans over so that her head plops against his shoulder, her smile warm. And maybe these little pink hearts are not so bad in the moment... She lifts her hands and wraps her fingers around one, and it bounces off to continue its journey upward.]
His smile softens as he rests his head against hers, a hand reaching up to take the one that reached for that heart to pull into his own, more pink hearts bubbling up right there.]
It's not really much... Isn't it more of a normal thing now?
[He muses at that, thinking of all they do. Outside of the sudden happenings that have cropped up, they've settled into something of a routine life. Which isn't a bad thing—just prove that they're making a living in this world. But still...]
But then again, if we make it "normal" it becomes less "special."
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They had a special going on, so I got a few others we can try.
[As he sets down the tray, she'll see that not only is there the strawberry and cream crepe (with extra cream ho ho), there are also some small pastries and a cinnamon apple crepe he considered trying. And with her peppermint tea, he opted for an espresso with some extra cinnamon.]
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...Thank you.
[She huffs out a relieved sigh and looks over the spread.]
Are we going to be able to eat all of this!?
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[Just a slight tilt of his head as he looks down. He may not be the biggest sweets person, but this doesn't look so much to him...]
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[She watches him with fondness, that headtilt making her heart flutter. He didn't need to get all of this, but he did anyway, and she does plan on showing him her gratitude.
And she'll start by shuffling a little closer to him.]
I guess we could take some back to the resort with us. Whatever we don't finish... Eat the rest of it there.
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Wouldn't be a bad idea.
[And then a light smirk as he leans in closer to her as he sets her plate in front of her.]
Once we're there, I don't want us disturbed.
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Maybe if she just plays along? Plays it cool?]
Hm? You must have something extra special planned, then.
[It doesn't work.]
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[Nope. But he will spare her a bit so she can eat, even as he flashes her that wolfish smile of his before cutting a slice of that crepe.]
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But she'll be sure to show her gratitude for him sparing her long enough for her to eat later. For now, she's happy to dig into the crepe, taking it carefully between her fingers and biting into it, whipped cream dabbing her nose.]
You know... I was thinking of learning how to make these for the café sometime...
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[Cue more pink hearts as she bites into her crepe again.]
...Wonder what kinds people would like... We could do some savoury ones too, for the people who don't like sweets.
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[Different ingredients, different styles...
And he's just going to nonchalantly reach over to brush his thumb over her lips to swipe away some cream and strawberry filling.
Nonchalantly.
With a heavy gaze and smirk.]
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[Her eyes close slowly, and she presses a kiss to his thumb, her smile spreading.]
That means you'll have to learn how to make them, too.
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[It's a good thing they're in public or this would have gone farther, but he just licks his thumb instead before continuing with his own piece.]
They also make them into different shapes.
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Like what? You'd have to cut them a certain way, wouldn't you...
[Yes, just keep focusing on the crepes.]
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Basically, and they're not too complex. The ones they had here were stars and hearts, and instead of it folded over like these, they were more flat, more similar to a pancake.
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But then how do they get the filling inside and keep it there?
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[He's not the baker, she is—]
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[She bumps her shoulder against his and lifts the crepe to him.]
Give it a try, though. It's really good.
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[He says with a smirk. He already a little taste earlier, remember? But he'll just lean right in to take a bite. Nom.]
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But she watches him with nothing but pure affection in her eyes before she's pulling it back, catching a strawberry in her mouth before it can topple out of the crepe completely, and she beams at him, smile reaching all the way up into her eyes.]
Thank you, by the way...
[As she lowers the pastry from her lips.]
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For what?
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For this...today.
[That warmth starts to creep in.]
With how things have been lately... It's nice.
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His smile softens as he rests his head against hers, a hand reaching up to take the one that reached for that heart to pull into his own, more pink hearts bubbling up right there.]
It's not really much... Isn't it more of a normal thing now?
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[Tifa turns her head so that she can watch their hands as she threads their fingers lazily together.]
Feels almost like we've fallen into a bit of a routine lately. I think we should make this more normal.
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[He muses at that, thinking of all they do. Outside of the sudden happenings that have cropped up, they've settled into something of a routine life. Which isn't a bad thing—just prove that they're making a living in this world. But still...]
But then again, if we make it "normal" it becomes less "special."
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