[Claude's laugh cut through the tension, and Byleth felt his shoulders drop from the defensive hunch he hadn't realised he'd been half-curled into. The moment - whatever that moment had been - was broken, and it was something of a relief.
Still, what a nice laugh. Byleth wished he did it more often.]
I see. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat inexperienced in deciphering the cryptic silence of ancient guardians, so perhaps he'll share his wisdom if I ask nicely?
[With that, Byleth picked up Clauddles and sat the deer plushie on the edge of the table, gazing solemnly at it. Clauddles stared back with its wide, vacant eyes.]
Clauddles. [Yes. He's talking to the deer.] I have a very important question: what is Claude's favourite cake?
[The plush, of course, maintains its enigmatic silence no matter how long Byleth gazes at it, so Claude offers a response instead.]
I think he would tell you that my new fave is coffee cake. Have you tried it? Coffee was a rare luxury in Fódlan, but I promise it's good.
[He's glad to see Byleth relax again and act more like his usual, slightly (if unintentionally) silly self. It's the best way to feel better any more than any serious discussion could accomplish, in Claude's opinion.]
[Getting the response he wanted - and easing the conversation entirely from tumultuous waters - Byleth gathered Clauddles back up and set the deer plushie on his lap, its little hooves resting against the edge of the table to balance it upright.]
I haven't. In fact... I haven't tried coffee at all. Those I've spoken to said it's very bitter, though.
[Not that Byleth minded bitter foods, but when given the choice of something sweet or something bitter, he would veer towards the sweet every time - and there were many sweet cakes left unsampled on this cafe's menu.]
But if it's your favourite cake, then I'll try it. Let's order some and share it.
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Still, what a nice laugh. Byleth wished he did it more often.]
I see. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat inexperienced in deciphering the cryptic silence of ancient guardians, so perhaps he'll share his wisdom if I ask nicely?
[With that, Byleth picked up Clauddles and sat the deer plushie on the edge of the table, gazing solemnly at it. Clauddles stared back with its wide, vacant eyes.]
Clauddles. [Yes. He's talking to the deer.] I have a very important question: what is Claude's favourite cake?
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I think he would tell you that my new fave is coffee cake. Have you tried it? Coffee was a rare luxury in Fódlan, but I promise it's good.
[He's glad to see Byleth relax again and act more like his usual, slightly (if unintentionally) silly self. It's the best way to feel better any more than any serious discussion could accomplish, in Claude's opinion.]
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I haven't. In fact... I haven't tried coffee at all. Those I've spoken to said it's very bitter, though.
[Not that Byleth minded bitter foods, but when given the choice of something sweet or something bitter, he would veer towards the sweet every time - and there were many sweet cakes left unsampled on this cafe's menu.]
But if it's your favourite cake, then I'll try it. Let's order some and share it.