[Problem number one: she is never going to get used to casual waves and gentle smiles from Noctis and she's certain of that and no one can change her mind, all right? Definitely not inside a cafe with "cute" written subtly into frostings and frills.
Problem number two: she hasn't a coin to her name.
The Glaive life was not glamorous but it got you fed and sheltered and compensated for your troubles, and didn't leave a lot of money lying around to "play" with. Even if she'd had it...probably by now someone else does, and either way it isn't here with her to help pay for pastries.
And there is no way she's having the crown prince pay for her lunch.
In an effort not to shift her weight from one foot to another and back too often, Crowe studies the menu offerings thoroughly and for longer than they warrant. Can't even buy herself a damn drink, can she? She'd be laughed out of their usual watering hole back 'home' for ordering some water...
Maybe she can go out and sit in the sun with the dog.]
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Problem number two: she hasn't a coin to her name.
The Glaive life was not glamorous but it got you fed and sheltered and compensated for your troubles, and didn't leave a lot of money lying around to "play" with. Even if she'd had it...probably by now someone else does, and either way it isn't here with her to help pay for pastries.
And there is no way she's having the crown prince pay for her lunch.
In an effort not to shift her weight from one foot to another and back too often, Crowe studies the menu offerings thoroughly and for longer than they warrant. Can't even buy herself a damn drink, can she? She'd be laughed out of their usual watering hole back 'home' for ordering some water...
Maybe she can go out and sit in the sun with the dog.]