Frowning somewhat self-consciously, Hayame slowly picks the one she assumes is hers up off the table and tries to mimic how Claude holds it, her fingers somewhat wrong in the angle but at least strong enough in the grip.]
I would like to see the fruit one day.
[... It sounded pretty. If fruit could be pretty.
Applying the concentration of a woman doing something far more high stakes than using a spoon... Hayame begins to carefully eat more of the rice, delighting in the little pop-crunching textures of the seeds.]
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Frowning somewhat self-consciously, Hayame slowly picks the one she assumes is hers up off the table and tries to mimic how Claude holds it, her fingers somewhat wrong in the angle but at least strong enough in the grip.]
I would like to see the fruit one day.
[... It sounded pretty. If fruit could be pretty.
Applying the concentration of a woman doing something far more high stakes than using a spoon... Hayame begins to carefully eat more of the rice, delighting in the little pop-crunching textures of the seeds.]
You are far more accomplished than I expected.