[No, she wasn't supposed to give him that satisfaction, wipe that grin off your face, Cid—!
She quells her curiosity as she watches him dig through the display again because while yes, she had said that, she didn't expect that he would actually take the matter seriously and keep looking. So when he pulls out a new one—a green one with its back decorated with even greener, fancier feathers than ones she's ever seen...
There's just the slightest surprised arch of her brow—subtle, but it's there—as she takes it.
...
....]
This will do fine.
[And her fingers curl around it, almost protectively, before she turns to the display to look around. Unlike him, she is going to take this seriously, and eventually, after some deliberation, though not much, she'll pick out a leather case. A dark brown one with a weathered look to it.]
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She quells her curiosity as she watches him dig through the display again because while yes, she had said that, she didn't expect that he would actually take the matter seriously and keep looking. So when he pulls out a new one—a green one with its back decorated with even greener, fancier feathers than ones she's ever seen...
There's just the slightest surprised arch of her brow—subtle, but it's there—as she takes it.
...
....]
This will do fine.
[And her fingers curl around it, almost protectively, before she turns to the display to look around. Unlike him, she is going to take this seriously, and eventually, after some deliberation, though not much, she'll pick out a leather case. A dark brown one with a weathered look to it.]
It looks like one of your old journals.
[Is all she says as she holds it out to him.]