( yes, indeed. there is never a need to face hardships on your own when there are people around who will be more than happy to help! for the first time in awhile, neuvillette's heart feels incredibly warm, and he can't hide the happiness that bubbles up in his chest. truly, in this cozy moment, he can't help but realize that these three are the closest to his heart.
he returns the half-hug after a split second, awkward only because he hasn't actually hugged anyone before, and he can't help but feel the pleasantness of a budding imprint, warm like honey. and navia, beautiful navia with her roses and the brightness of her smile. he steps toward the cake and macarons, admiring the delicate beauty of the confections. )
This took a lot of work, didn't it? They are truly a feast for the eyes. ( his smile widens when he catches wriothesley's smile, and that little greeting, before he nods his appreciation and gratitude, unable to keep a smile off his usually-dispassionate face. he picks up one macaron, holding it between his fingers delicately. a even more delicate bite follows, and neuvillette blinks. )
... it seems our Patissiere Supreme has competition.
[The joy in the air is easy to sense and Aether's expression shines when Neuvillette praises Navia's creation. The traveler quickly casts a look to his friend as if silent telling her "see? He loves it!" while also being very proud of her.
They all have done an amazing job, he thinks. Neuvillette enjoying his time with them is the greatest prize they could ask for.]
Since the menu is now approved by our estimated guest... it's time to celebrate!
[Aether makes his way to Wriothesley, gently placing a hand on his back to lead him towards the table.]
I'll handle the rest in the kitchen. You should take a break.
[ navia's hands clasp together in front of her, smile bright at the praise. ]
That makes it all the better! I wouldn't say I'm competition with her since the cake was definitely a second time around completion. The first one was more brownie than cake and I... I might have sobbed for an hour earlier today while I ate it.
[She laughs at it, because looking back on it now, it's funny. There was no reason to cry over a bad cake, but she had a moment where she wanted everything perfect and it just wasn't working.]
I'm glad you enjoy them... it fills my heart with joy.
[ leave it to aether to corral him into participating, especially when his part of the dinner course had been finished some time ago. still, wriothesley follows aether's lead and busies himself at the table, caught between watching neuvillette sample navia's macarons and ensuring everything remains in order.
he does, however, laugh alongside navia when she recounts her first attempt at the cake—it reminds him of an old adage. ]
Well, as they say in Snezhnaya: the first pancake is always lumpy. And I'd say it fits in this case in more ways than one.
( ah, aether is incredibly endearing; it's not difficult to see how much he adores present company. perhaps it's why fontaine is always abuzz when the traveler comes around to fontaine. and oh, wriothesley too. the man is doing his best to stay out of it, but his gaze on him warms when aether clearly ropes him back in again.
even so, navia's quiet confession is alarming. )
Miss Navia... you were crying because of the cake?
( neuvillette is concerned, a hand gently brushing her elbow in quiet comfort. the last thing he wants is anyone to be in distress over his birthday, especially her, so lively and vivacious, like the sun on a winter's day. )
I would have loved it even if it were more brownie than cake. You were the one who personally made it, after all.
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he returns the half-hug after a split second, awkward only because he hasn't actually hugged anyone before, and he can't help but feel the pleasantness of a budding imprint, warm like honey. and navia, beautiful navia with her roses and the brightness of her smile. he steps toward the cake and macarons, admiring the delicate beauty of the confections. )
This took a lot of work, didn't it? They are truly a feast for the eyes. ( his smile widens when he catches wriothesley's smile, and that little greeting, before he nods his appreciation and gratitude, unable to keep a smile off his usually-dispassionate face. he picks up one macaron, holding it between his fingers delicately. a even more delicate bite follows, and neuvillette blinks. )
... it seems our Patissiere Supreme has competition.
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They all have done an amazing job, he thinks. Neuvillette enjoying his time with them is the greatest prize they could ask for.]
Since the menu is now approved by our estimated guest... it's time to celebrate!
[Aether makes his way to Wriothesley, gently placing a hand on his back to lead him towards the table.]
I'll handle the rest in the kitchen. You should take a break.
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That makes it all the better! I wouldn't say I'm competition with her since the cake was definitely a second time around completion. The first one was more brownie than cake and I... I might have sobbed for an hour earlier today while I ate it.
[She laughs at it, because looking back on it now, it's funny. There was no reason to cry over a bad cake, but she had a moment where she wanted everything perfect and it just wasn't working.]
I'm glad you enjoy them... it fills my heart with joy.
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he does, however, laugh alongside navia when she recounts her first attempt at the cake—it reminds him of an old adage. ]
Well, as they say in Snezhnaya: the first pancake is always lumpy. And I'd say it fits in this case in more ways than one.
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even so, navia's quiet confession is alarming. )
Miss Navia... you were crying because of the cake?
( neuvillette is concerned, a hand gently brushing her elbow in quiet comfort. the last thing he wants is anyone to be in distress over his birthday, especially her, so lively and vivacious, like the sun on a winter's day. )
I would have loved it even if it were more brownie than cake. You were the one who personally made it, after all.