And she'll go back to eating her food silently for a while, trying not to pout while she does. They had been having as good a time as ever, certainly leagues better than they had in a while, and it's ruined by that unruly cat of his.
The silence that now traps itself between them is a bit overbearing, and so Benedikta lets her thoughts wander while she finishes up the last bites of her pancakes. It's a dangerous thing, letting them do that, because they go back to the night before when she'd rather keep them in the present.
And it will be with a more distant, somber expression that she pokes at that very last piece of her food—a slice of peach on her plate.]
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...before she drops it with a sigh.
And she'll go back to eating her food silently for a while, trying not to pout while she does. They had been having as good a time as ever, certainly leagues better than they had in a while, and it's ruined by that unruly cat of his.
The silence that now traps itself between them is a bit overbearing, and so Benedikta lets her thoughts wander while she finishes up the last bites of her pancakes. It's a dangerous thing, letting them do that, because they go back to the night before when she'd rather keep them in the present.
And it will be with a more distant, somber expression that she pokes at that very last piece of her food—a slice of peach on her plate.]