[ Susato watches Eustace make room for her, and the way he smiles. There's a tentative glance at the basket as well, though she really did not come to meet him expecting any gifts. She is far too focused on folding the shawl so that it'd be easier to carry, and also not tripping over Rhonwhen when the corgi closes the distance between herself and Eustace.
She takes the seat, careful not to smush the basket or the cookies within. Is the basket making it feel even warmer...? ]
What's this? It smells delicious.
[ She carefully lifts a bit of the cloth obscuring the contents, and immediately she recognizes them as cookies. Her mouth hangs open slightly in surprises. ]
no subject
She takes the seat, careful not to smush the basket or the cookies within. Is the basket making it feel even warmer...? ]
What's this? It smells delicious.
[ She carefully lifts a bit of the cloth obscuring the contents, and immediately she recognizes them as cookies. Her mouth hangs open slightly in surprises. ]
She... You didn't have to bring these for me.