[ Claire doesn't argue the point of eating any of the horses in the gardens any further; although, yes they probably would be annoyed, but she would rather go full vegetarian than ever whisper to them that she was going to prepare them for dinner. Thinking about that longer than she needs to will only inevitably end up in her feeling bad for the space cow that had to sacrifice itself so she could have this moment, and she is too excited to be eating something that smells this good to let that get in the way.
And there's bread? Claire makes that pfft sound with her mouth and wonders why she hasn't gone investigating into making some on her own. However you make bread. She's sure she could figure it out, but that was one thing Sandra only ever did on occasion, and on those occasions Claire was usually too busy preparing something along the lines of dessert or pestering her grandparents to pay any attention. In this moment, she actually is surprised. ]
I think you're trying to one-up me, here.
[ There's no edge there at all, no sense of competitiveness creeping in around the corners of her voice. No one has ever done anything like this before for her, in this capacity. Coupled with how worn out she is from what didn't exactly amount to a dangerous mission but was still taxing, Claire is officially out of clever things to say. She waits until the bread has been set down before slipping over to wrap herself around him from behind like a tiny golden vine, holding on without pressure. ]
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And there's bread? Claire makes that pfft sound with her mouth and wonders why she hasn't gone investigating into making some on her own. However you make bread. She's sure she could figure it out, but that was one thing Sandra only ever did on occasion, and on those occasions Claire was usually too busy preparing something along the lines of dessert or pestering her grandparents to pay any attention. In this moment, she actually is surprised. ]
I think you're trying to one-up me, here.
[ There's no edge there at all, no sense of competitiveness creeping in around the corners of her voice. No one has ever done anything like this before for her, in this capacity. Coupled with how worn out she is from what didn't exactly amount to a dangerous mission but was still taxing, Claire is officially out of clever things to say. She waits until the bread has been set down before slipping over to wrap herself around him from behind like a tiny golden vine, holding on without pressure. ]
This is really great. Thank you.