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๐„๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š ๐‹๐š๐ฐ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ([personal profile] vergeltung) wrote 2022-11-12 04:08 am (UTC)

[ Her brows raise in surprise. He hasn't eaten moon pie in recent memory? It's practically a staple. Even people who don't eat them as much as her surely indulge in them frequently enough to rememberโ€”

But then again, Diluc has just made it pretty clear that he's a steak-and-potatoes kind of guy, hasn't he?

As he takes the bowl back from her, she sits back again, enjoying the warmth that courses through her body even without him being pressed right up against herโ€”

(although if she's honest, she's kind of looking forward to when he's finished eating so that he can be pressed up against her again)โ€” that's a thought that she shakes off as quickly as she can, because she doesn't think she can successfully blame the color threatening to rise up her cheeks on the food that is no longer in her hands.

So she focuses on what he says instead, although... apparently that doesn't help either, because there's a part of her liking the thought of him cooking for herโ€” of her cooking for himโ€” this whole thing sounds horribly domestic, and it's niceโ€”

This is not going well for her right now, is it?

She smiles, even if the expression is a little shaky, a little shyer than she would like. ]


It's a deal. I'll make you my own version of a moon pie, too.

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