[ Naminé seems to respect his silence, bustling industriously about the kitchen as she takes the kettle off, douses the fire and continues with her preparations. About the time she turns back toward him with two cups of steeping tea in hand, she perks slightly at his delayed response. ]
Happy birthday, [ she offers kindly as she holds out his cup, only for her shoulders to jump with a bashful embarrassment as she realizes-- ] Not that this is your present from me, of course.
[ No matter the unfortunate timing of the phrase; it doesn't feel like the right moment to make a joke of that nature. Tilting her head a little, the lass considers the rest of his answer; it's not hard to spot the way Ferran clutches his necklace. It's not the first time she's seen that, most likely, nor will it be the last. ]
All that, because of one gift... [ Considering what she's aware of about Ferran's past, she can connect some of the dots. But those still beg the question, ] Did they know that it would, back then?
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Happy birthday, [ she offers kindly as she holds out his cup, only for her shoulders to jump with a bashful embarrassment as she realizes-- ] Not that this is your present from me, of course.
[ No matter the unfortunate timing of the phrase; it doesn't feel like the right moment to make a joke of that nature. Tilting her head a little, the lass considers the rest of his answer; it's not hard to spot the way Ferran clutches his necklace. It's not the first time she's seen that, most likely, nor will it be the last. ]
All that, because of one gift... [ Considering what she's aware of about Ferran's past, she can connect some of the dots. But those still beg the question, ] Did they know that it would, back then?