[This... is unexpected. Zelda looks up from her notes at the boxes with no small amount of surprise, blinking owlishly as though they conjured themselves out of thin air right in front of her. And with the voice that accompanies them, she is reminded all too much of Litha, causing just the very tips of her ears to redden as they turn downwards slightly in question.]
... Whatever for?
[They do look delicious, each in their own way, but she has to wonder. What does he want? What's the catch? There's gotta be a catch.]
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... Whatever for?
[They do look delicious, each in their own way, but she has to wonder. What does he want? What's the catch? There's gotta be a catch.]