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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[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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No.
[And she sounds absolutely sure of herself because she is.]
I think any time spent with you is special. Even when it's just cooking or running the café...
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[A wry grin as he nuzzles her.]
I think you just want more dates.
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Is that such a crime!? To want more dates with my husband?
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[More fake pouting, but ah... why are there so many pink hearts all of a sudden? It's like a small eruption of them out of thin air...]
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Do I need to start entering your dreams, too?
[Just a very low whisper into her ear.]
Play out those little fantasies of yours...?
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Well... I wouldn't say no to more time...
[She feels her face immediately warm, her cheeks turning as red as the hearts—]
Ah! What the...!?
[—that very suddenly erupt in what little space between them, almost completely consuming Tifa in the process.]
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Thinking about something, wife?
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[There are so many of them now that some aren't even popping the moment that she touches them but rather, they start to mold together—]
They're getting bigger...!
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