[She knows his tells. Knows when that glint in his eye sparks. She knows when he is about to hook and try to reel her in...
Benedikta knows better, and she tuts at him before lifting the straw near his lips.]
Remember, Cidolfus. Standards.
[She watches him with hawk-like eyes to make sure that he doesn't sip too much.]
You're to meet them first before I agree to anything.
[How the numerous meanings are layered thick within her voice. If he is to win her over with peach wine slushies, then they cannot be just any peach wine slushie. And that isn't to say that she even will agree to anything in the end. Not that either of them know what their terms are.
The same for his words and his actions, both of which are severely lacking at the moment. Lacking because he has yet to offer her any consolation that he feels the same about what happened as she does... and that is her mind still in a complete disarray despite herself.]
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Benedikta knows better, and she tuts at him before lifting the straw near his lips.]
Remember, Cidolfus. Standards.
[She watches him with hawk-like eyes to make sure that he doesn't sip too much.]
You're to meet them first before I agree to anything.
[How the numerous meanings are layered thick within her voice. If he is to win her over with peach wine slushies, then they cannot be just any peach wine slushie. And that isn't to say that she even will agree to anything in the end. Not that either of them know what their terms are.
The same for his words and his actions, both of which are severely lacking at the moment. Lacking because he has yet to offer her any consolation that he feels the same about what happened as she does... and that is her mind still in a complete disarray despite herself.]