[She nods, covering her mouth with a hand as she hums the affirmative to his question. For what it's worth, she doesn't seem to be particularly picky, sampling each portion of the bento with mildly suppressed enthusiasm. Though she pauses as he continues.]
... You are going to make more? [Oh no, he forgot to mention Archer's hand in this scheme.] I do not know if I can accept such an imposition... Are you certain you do not want anything in trade? I-- I do not know what exactly I can offer, but--...
[ Ooops, indeed he never mentioned it. Kind of assuming it was obvious he wasn't the one making it. Diarmuid could tell immediately. ]
I'm going to bring more— sadly making these little works of art is not a skill I posses. [ Or rather not a skill he ever bothered to acquire. A subtle difference, but alas. He does get why she would want to trade—
He hums thoughtfully. ] Consider it a hospitality thing. Don't want to make it into a transaction, or debt.
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... You are going to make more? [Oh no, he forgot to mention Archer's hand in this scheme.] I do not know if I can accept such an imposition... Are you certain you do not want anything in trade? I-- I do not know what exactly I can offer, but--...
[she'd feel bad........]
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I'm going to bring more— sadly making these little works of art is not a skill I posses. [ Or rather not a skill he ever bothered to acquire. A subtle difference, but alas. He does get why she would want to trade—
He hums thoughtfully. ] Consider it a hospitality thing. Don't want to make it into a transaction, or debt.