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closed 🌠⚡ tell me i'm the one you want...
Who: Tifa Lockhart & Eustace.
Status: Closed.
Where: Ocard flower gardens.
What: Eustace and Tifa finally go on their first date.
Warnings: Dunno yet :D
[After talking about it and all the planning and the anticipation, one would think that all that preparedness would leave her feeling at ease about the whole thing, but now that the day is finally here... not even Tifa had expected herself to be as nervous as she was. It's not as if they haven't spent any time together before this, or hadn't been quite as close, but there's just something about it being a date now—officially, all of those times she's invited him to the bar or when she's visited his home on Nogard don't count—that has every nerve of hers on end.
Not in a bad way, but she is willing this to be as perfect as it can be and prays that nothing will go wrong. She hasn't forgotten what Ocard was like last year, and she hopes that the dragons are kind enough to leave the two of them alone to enjoy their picnic in the gardens in peace. That, and her excitement is buzzing, all of that pent up anticipation coming out of her in hastened footsteps and red cheeks by the time she finally does manage to find him.
She whirls around a tall hedge of rose bushes when she spots him, her dark, strawberry-printed dress flaring out around her as she clutches her small picnic basket close. Her heart leaps into her throat like this is the very first time that she's seeing him.]
Sorry...
[She wanders over with a sheepish smile, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes flitting to him and noting just how handsome he looks...]
This place is so big, I think I got a little lost.
Status: Closed.
Where: Ocard flower gardens.
What: Eustace and Tifa finally go on their first date.
Warnings: Dunno yet :D
[After talking about it and all the planning and the anticipation, one would think that all that preparedness would leave her feeling at ease about the whole thing, but now that the day is finally here... not even Tifa had expected herself to be as nervous as she was. It's not as if they haven't spent any time together before this, or hadn't been quite as close, but there's just something about it being a date now—officially, all of those times she's invited him to the bar or when she's visited his home on Nogard don't count—that has every nerve of hers on end.
Not in a bad way, but she is willing this to be as perfect as it can be and prays that nothing will go wrong. She hasn't forgotten what Ocard was like last year, and she hopes that the dragons are kind enough to leave the two of them alone to enjoy their picnic in the gardens in peace. That, and her excitement is buzzing, all of that pent up anticipation coming out of her in hastened footsteps and red cheeks by the time she finally does manage to find him.
She whirls around a tall hedge of rose bushes when she spots him, her dark, strawberry-printed dress flaring out around her as she clutches her small picnic basket close. Her heart leaps into her throat like this is the very first time that she's seeing him.]
Sorry...
[She wanders over with a sheepish smile, her face flushed with embarrassment, her eyes flitting to him and noting just how handsome he looks...]
This place is so big, I think I got a little lost.
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Ah, right.
[She sets the cup down and excitedly starts to rifle through the basket, pulling things out one by one like she's handing him gifts at Winterstide. She worked hard on the food!!]
I brought some fresh fruits and vegetables, these canteens of homemade tomato soup, some breads I made for dipping, and sandwiches. A variety of them, because I wasn't sure what we would both be feeling like on the day of. Oh, and—
[She presses a finger to her lips.]
Some dessert for later.
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...Starting to think I should have brought a small table...
But now you're making me wonder what's so special about the dessert.
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[Well, it's special because she made it for the occasion, but nothing special in that she's just being humble about it—]
Just another first attempt at something.
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[A low hum as he looks at her, knowing she's being her usual humble self.]
I'm sure it'll be good, whatever it is. But until then... What should I try first?
[Soup? Sandwich?]
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[She gestures to the wide spread of food in front of them, plenty to go around.]
I'd recommend the soup first, though. But the sandwiches are pretty good dipped into it, too.
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I'll start with the soup then. You said it was a tomato soup?
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[Her cheeks are flushed with a more muted excitement as she pours the soup into two bowls she also brought. Tifa Lockhart is nothing if not prepared.]
Went out and got the tomatoes fresh from the market on just yesterday.
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[He starts to say, but then he knows she would have even if it wasn't a date and that he would have done the same. So he's smiling all the same.]
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[And she gives him that knowing look that says you would have done the same, I bet.]
Let me know what you think. Been testing out new recipes and things, and I think this is my best yet.
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It's good.
[And he's a little surprised.]
It seems thicker than most I've had before.
[And has a flavor to it he can't quite place...]
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Is that a good thing?
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Think it gives a better flavor to it. It's also closer to how they made it back in my village.
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[She glances down to the bowl, and then back at him, the gears slowly turning in her head.]
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[Not too surprising since he was only a young boy then. But then he remembers.]
Peppers... There was a certain kind of pepper that managed to grow there and they would add some to give the soup some heat to it.
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[She eyes her soup thoughtfully.]
Do you like it a little spicy?
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Suppose I'm more partial to it. Not that this is bad, of course.
[Going to be quick to make that clear!! He likes this just as well!!]
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Well, next time, I can try grounding up some peppers into the soup...
[A shy dip of her chin.]
For you.
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Just for me?
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[She laughs, hiding behind her soup.]
Wouldn't hurt to give it a try. It might not be exact, but I think I could manage to make something good. You're my...
[She pauses, her face turning a deep crimson, and she mumbles into her bowl.]
Boyfriend, after all...
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He might have thought and recognized it by now, but... Hearing it...
He's going to set the bowl down and lean in a little closer.]
What was that?
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I... was that... is that okay?
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What was? Not sure I heard you right the first time.
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Boyfriend...
[And then she hastily adds:]
I don't know—I'm sorry if that makes me presumptuous...!
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[He just smiles a little more when he sees her trying to retract it.]
Just...wanted to hear you say it again.
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I'm sorry. I just... I wasn't sure what we were, or if we were giving it any... labels?
[She frowns, her brow furrowing. She doesn’t like that word very much...]
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