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[futhark]

[ For all his recklessness and sometimes calculated carelessness, he is observant. And he does take notice of those "inconsequential" things. ]

Always a good moment to start getting accustomed to then. [ It's kind of sad, really. To be perplexed by simple act of kindness. A most likely sign of— this girl didn't have many friends, if at all. Forever guarded, forever building a wall. A place like this makes it even worse, no?

A simple act of kindness costs nothing. ]

Now eat it before the lunch break is over.

[sageprincess]

I do not know about that...

[She's not so sure she'll ever have the luxury to to get used to something like that, but she supposes she can't discount the idea wholesale. Regardless, Caster directs her attention elsewhere and she nods, picking up a fork (sorry, Archer, we're not in Japan anymore) and scooping out a portion of rice. Her brows raise with surprise shortly after, her hand lifting to cover her mouth as she chews.]

My goodness...!

[!!! It's good??]

[futhark]

[ Mission accomplished, one (1x) princess is eating. He joins her and starts his own lunch ]

You like it, I take it? [ Because of course, he has to ask. He very well knows this food is good, but he is also going to take mental notes on what kind of dishes she will favor ] We no longer attends that many classes together, so let me know where we could meet; or where should I drop the lunch box tomorrow.

[sageprincess]

[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--...

[she'd feel bad........]

[futhark]

[ 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.