[She wouldn't have judged the chairs in a rented room, but the litter is... well, really, none of her business. Who is she to tell him how to keep up the place he lives in? It's absolutely not her place, so she just sits and sets the box of chocolates down, flipping the lid off and waving him over.]
Come and try one, there's no reason to beat around the bush.
[He moves over to sit on his own chair. He hesitates for a moment, before carefully plucking one out, raising it up to sniff at it. Satisfied she's not trying to poison him (probably), he puts it in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. ]
[For a moment she can picture him as a halla, tentatively sniffing at her hand to be sure there were no ulterior motives before it would let her lead it to the aravels. Initially untrusting but inevitably willing to let her closer, and it feels just as good to see Fenris enjoying the chocolate as it had to pet a halla for the first time.
It's probably not the most flattering comparison, all things considered, but it isn't like she's going to say any of that out loud. In the end, it's probably fine.]
[She leans her elbow on the table and props her chin in her hand as she watches him, not bothering to hide her pleased smile. This is exactly what she had hoped for.]
Try another one. They're all supposed to have different fillings.
You haven't necessarily done anything to be rewarded for, if that's what you mean. You have, however, become someone I like. I tend to spoil the people I like.
[The tentative half smile he was wearing vanishes. ]
I...don't know.
[He raises a hand, carefully. ] When I received the brand, the pain blacked everything away. [It didn't, it was Danarius, but he doesn't know that. He'll likely never know that. ] I remember almost nothing of my life before it.
[She's never asked for details about his past before, made her own assumptions based on where he was from and how elves were treated there, but that... is more than she expected.]
You should pick one, then. The day your life became your life, perhaps.
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Come and try one, there's no reason to beat around the bush.
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It is very sweet.
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It's probably not the most flattering comparison, all things considered, but it isn't like she's going to say any of that out loud. In the end, it's probably fine.]
Do you like it?
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I suppose it is not too awful.
[Such poetry. Such descriptions. ]
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Try another one. They're all supposed to have different fillings.
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[He says that as if there's something suspicious about it. Still, he'll take one chewing it carefully. ]
It tastes of strawberries.
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[Creators save her, how is someone normally so broody and honestly kind of intimidating so very cute?]
Are you fond of strawberries?
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[It's his true secret power. He shrugs.]
They are...fine. I prefer apples.
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[Yes, next time. As in, this is going to be a theme now.]
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There will be more times?
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Of course there will be. There's a lot out there besides apples and chocolates for you to try, so obviously there have to be many more times.
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That is... very kind of you. Thank you.
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You haven't even opened that yet.
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Hmmm. It's good wine.
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Alright then, sweets and wine. You wouldn't happen to have any other things you like I could bring you, would you?
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I think you bring enough for me as it is. I'm not sure what I have done to deserve all this, anyway.
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That speaks well for you continuing to get gifts from me, then. Part of the fun is doing it to see if I can make you smile.
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Is that what this is about?
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I still do not know what I've done to deserve it, but thank you.
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...Thank you. I am...unused to such gifts.
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I...don't know.
[He raises a hand, carefully. ] When I received the brand, the pain blacked everything away. [It didn't, it was Danarius, but he doesn't know that. He'll likely never know that. ] I remember almost nothing of my life before it.
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[She's never asked for details about his past before, made her own assumptions based on where he was from and how elves were treated there, but that... is more than she expected.]
You should pick one, then. The day your life became your life, perhaps.
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