[It happens almost before she realizes it is going to, Noctis brushing past and ordering food and paying for it. Her half-spoken offer to carry some of it at least goes unfinished. Though both indebted and affronted, Crowe does appreciate his efficiency. Suppose that's what a royal upbringing does.
Silent, eyes wide but mouth closed, she follows him outside. Since she has so much time on her hands she files away what beef and chicken are, for later. For...when she eventually buys him lunch in return?
Crowe sits gingerly and heavily at once in the chair across from him, turning a bit against the sun.]
You didn't have to do that. [In doing it he made it absolutely plain he intends no formality at all. She was warned about this a little bit already. But it...it is endearing, for all it goes against the things one is taught in the Lucian military of not quite citizens. Something that wants to be a smile sits awkwardly on her lips.] Thanks.
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Silent, eyes wide but mouth closed, she follows him outside. Since she has so much time on her hands she files away what beef and chicken are, for later. For...when she eventually buys him lunch in return?
Crowe sits gingerly and heavily at once in the chair across from him, turning a bit against the sun.]
You didn't have to do that. [In doing it he made it absolutely plain he intends no formality at all. She was warned about this a little bit already. But it...it is endearing, for all it goes against the things one is taught in the Lucian military of not quite citizens. Something that wants to be a smile sits awkwardly on her lips.] Thanks.