[ Anything with strawberries sounds absolutely wonderful to Pyrrha. However, she’s taking in his expression and breadth of his gaze as much as anything. If she knew him better, she’d strive to be comforting. As it is, all she can do is make an attempt. It’s graceful as anything she does. ]
Maybe we could find one.
[ Her eyes go down the length of market stalls, selling various ornaments and other treats. Most of them are manned by robots but, well, that’s a risk they’ll have to take. ]
[Naoki grins sidelong at her, shaking from memories (warm, if overlaid with a terrible longing and the knowledge of what comes later).] We can definitely look for one. Nothing beats homemade, though.
[Phrased with a more playful lilt. Not to boast about his abilities to make that one kind of cake, though, of course.]
[ Her invitation - or whatever it may have been - accepted, Pyrrha begins a calm stroll down the lines of tents. Some of them are quite sweet smelling. Others sell trinkets she's never seen, nesting dolls and Christmas ornaments. ]
How long has it been since you've had one?
[ Stopping at the first cake she sees, Pyrrha interrupts herself with a second question. ]
[Naoki falls into step with her, shaking his head with a lazy lift of one of his shoulders.] Not that long. Since last year-- [He trails off to divert his attention, though, looking to the cake.]
That's pretty close to it, yeah.
[A little differences here and there, but it looks very similar. It is another world and all...]
[ She'll busy herself for the moment, purchasing a single slice. (She's not made of credits, unfortunately.) At least it's handed to her on a paper plate and not a napkin, with a single plastic fork. That, if nothing else, will need to be rectified. ]
Excuse me. Can we get another utensil, please?
[ Very evenly toned, the robot replies, ]
I WILL USE IT TO STAB YOUR HEEL AND MURDER YOUR DESCENDANTS.
[ ...
A quick glance back at Naoki, uncertainty clear in her features, before Pyrrha tries again. ]
I beg your pardon?
PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASETAKEONEPLEASETAKEONE—
[ Yeah, she's just going to grab a second fork and step away from the stall. Come on, Naoki! ]
[ At least the bench does not seem sentient. Small mercies, Pyrrha thinks, sitting down. The plate of cake is set in between her and Naoki. Politely, she waits for him to have the first bite. ]
I think I've caused enough property damage for one day.
In this case, I think you'd have a right for it. But, lucky robot, it gets to live another day.
[Naoki sits too, stretching out his legs in front of him-- it takes him a moment to notice that she's waiting for him while he'd been prepared to wait for her. So, he'll take a piece.
It's good... Not exactly the same, but enough to stir up that nostalgia.
Also what a strange feeling, this is, sitting on a bench and eating cake with someone.]
You'd think they'd program them not to have such anger management issues.
[He says, grinning... Now that thoughts of breaking them to sparkly little metal splinters are gone, apparently he's settled on being vaguely amused about it. As he does with most things.
--at least it's probably more genuine amusement and not a coping mechanism here.]
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Maybe we could find one.
[ Her eyes go down the length of market stalls, selling various ornaments and other treats. Most of them are manned by robots but, well, that’s a risk they’ll have to take. ]
It sounds delicious. -- I’ll pay for it.
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[Phrased with a more playful lilt. Not to boast about his abilities to make that one kind of cake, though, of course.]
But the ones you can buy are never bad either.
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How long has it been since you've had one?
[ Stopping at the first cake she sees, Pyrrha interrupts herself with a second question. ]
Is that it?
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That's pretty close to it, yeah.
[A little differences here and there, but it looks very similar. It is another world and all...]
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Excuse me. Can we get another utensil, please?
[ Very evenly toned, the robot replies, ]
I WILL USE IT TO STAB YOUR HEEL AND MURDER YOUR DESCENDANTS.
[ ...
A quick glance back at Naoki, uncertainty clear in her features, before Pyrrha tries again. ]
I beg your pardon?
PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASETAKEONEPLEASETAKEONE—
[ Yeah, she's just going to grab a second fork and step away from the stall. Come on, Naoki! ]
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...You sure you don't wanna break it or something?
[He says in an undertone as he joins her, alarmingly serious. Get it before it gets you? No? Just him?
He's probably not actually that serious.]
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I think I've caused enough property damage for one day.
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[Naoki sits too, stretching out his legs in front of him-- it takes him a moment to notice that she's waiting for him while he'd been prepared to wait for her. So, he'll take a piece.
It's good... Not exactly the same, but enough to stir up that nostalgia.
Also what a strange feeling, this is, sitting on a bench and eating cake with someone.]
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It's quite good.
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[He looks more pleased once he glances over at her face.] It's the thing to have, at this time of year.
[--well, he thinks so!]
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It's certainly a pleasant alternative to angry robots.
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[He says, grinning... Now that thoughts of breaking them to sparkly little metal splinters are gone, apparently he's settled on being vaguely amused about it. As he does with most things.
--at least it's probably more genuine amusement and not a coping mechanism here.]