[Aymeric has still barely gotten used to this world's dollhouse-feeling furniture. He sits in one of her kitchen chairs feeling much like a cricket, his knees touching the underside of the table. He'd always been decently average height, but now...
He looks at all of her scavenged things with interest. What sort of this-and-that would catch the Warrior of Light's interest? ...He could not find a common thread. Was she just a manic collector? What an odd thing to know about her.]
Ah, thank you. This is much better than the shack. [He finds himself fiddling with his sleeve hems as he waits for her to set the table and serve him. He had not yet grown used to this kind of thing from her.]
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He looks at all of her scavenged things with interest. What sort of this-and-that would catch the Warrior of Light's interest? ...He could not find a common thread. Was she just a manic collector? What an odd thing to know about her.]
Ah, thank you. This is much better than the shack. [He finds himself fiddling with his sleeve hems as he waits for her to set the table and serve him. He had not yet grown used to this kind of thing from her.]
Do you happen to have any tea?