Huh? Really?! How did I miss that...? [ because he fuckin loves cake, oh man. Garry steps aside to let her in, closing the door behind her, but he's quickly at her heels, peering at their new treat. ]
That's terribly kind of her, making something like this! It's not easy to find ingredients here... Oh, it looks delicious! What kind is it, Ib, do you know?
It's strawberry! There were a lot of different kinds, but I thought strawberry sounded the best out of all of them. [She thinks on that for a second.] Well, actually, she said we could have another if we liked this one, so maybe we could get a different kind next time!
[She beams at the praise and hunts through the drawers for a knife to cut the cake with. Not that she's ever allowed to handle knives at home without supervision, but Garry doesn't need to know that...!]
How big of a piece do you want? [It probably won't matter because they're eventually going to eat the whole thing...]
[She peers over the surface of the cake, knife in hand, trying to estimate what an "average-sized" piece is.]
No, I can do it!
[This is her treat for him, after all. She carefully cuts into the cake and carves out a piece, although it's a little off-center and probably smaller than Garry wanted.]
[ and garry immediately criticizes her cake-cutting technique!! except no, not at all, cake is delicious in any shape. ]
Oh, hold on a second... [ he flits off a few steps to grab a set of plates and forks for the two of them, too, before holding one out for her to deposit the slice onto. ] Thank you very much, Ib!
[She carefully sets the piece on the plate and sets to work cutting another for herself. Then she lays the knife on the cake plate, trading it for a fork.]
This looks very good! [But she waits for Garry to take the first bite.]
[ she's the one who cut it, gosh!! But when it comes to eating a rare piece of cake in Haven, he won't argue the point; he goes ahead and takes a bite without even waiting for an answer... ]
[If he thinks it's good, then that's all the encouragement she needs. She digs into her own piece and pops a small bite into her mouth. But of course she actually swallows it before speaking.]
[She nods in agreement, though it's kind of automatic. In truth, by this point she'll take anywhere as long as she gets to eat cake with Garry and nothing bad happens while she does it.]
Is this the kind of cake you could get from a café?
It certainly is! I can hardly complain about cake this delicious! Just... I wish I could have gotten to know you better somewhere nicer than Haven, that's all.
[ although it is admittedly probably easier for an adult man to maintain a friendship with a 9-year-old girl when her parents aren't hovering over her, regardless of his entirely pure intentions - it's still kind of sad, in a way. When he said they'd meet again, this wasn't what he intended at all. ]
OH... DURR
That's terribly kind of her, making something like this! It's not easy to find ingredients here... Oh, it looks delicious! What kind is it, Ib, do you know?
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How big of a piece do you want? [It probably won't matter because they're eventually going to eat the whole thing...]
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No, I can do it!
[This is her treat for him, after all. She carefully cuts into the cake and carves out a piece, although it's a little off-center and probably smaller than Garry wanted.]
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Oh, hold on a second... [ he flits off a few steps to grab a set of plates and forks for the two of them, too, before holding one out for her to deposit the slice onto. ] Thank you very much, Ib!
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This looks very good! [But she waits for Garry to take the first bite.]
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[ she's the one who cut it, gosh!! But when it comes to eating a rare piece of cake in Haven, he won't argue the point; he goes ahead and takes a bite without even waiting for an answer... ]
... Mm! If' good!
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Ah, it is good!
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-- I can't believe someone could bake a cake like this out here! She should do this all the time.
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[ he smiles, moving to go sit down nearby while he eats up his cake - with some restraint, because he doesn't want it to go too fast. ]
Mmm... I wish that we could be eating cake together like this in a cute downtown cafe instead of this place...
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Is this the kind of cake you could get from a café?
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Mm...but this is okay too, isn't it? Even if we're not somewhere fancy...
[She takes another thoughtful bite.]
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[ although it is admittedly probably easier for an adult man to maintain a friendship with a 9-year-old girl when her parents aren't hovering over her, regardless of his entirely pure intentions - it's still kind of sad, in a way. When he said they'd meet again, this wasn't what he intended at all. ]