[But if he sits down he has to listen to Clover's family nonsense?? He could at least help with the drinks and bring the dishes...but he knows better than to invade someone's domain and he can sense that she doesn't want him near, so with a little reluctance he returns to the table and sit.
And once it's on the table, he can't help but stare at it a little. It's a simple breakfast and he's had acquaintances cook for him before back on the Grandcypher, yet somehow... It's the same feeling he got when he entered the kitchen and saw Tifa cooking. He's not sure how, but it feels...different. It shouldn't, it's not like he's never eaten in someone's home before, so... What is it? Is it really because it's Tifa?
Trying to not recall what happened her in bedroom not long ago, Eustace snaps out of his thoughts when she sits down and he glances at her with a small smile. Whether he pays mind to her avoiding her gaze doesn't matter—he can't quite look her in the eye either just yet.]
Thanks, it looks good.
[And he'll first reach over for that coffee to take a long sip before taking that first bite. ...Yep. It's good. And again, for some reason better than he's ever had.
He would have continued to eat quietly, but Clover mews and walks over to Tifa. Mama can I try some?]
She's accepted you, by the way.
[He's not sure if Tifa could tell yet or not, so he might as well get that cleared up.]
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And once it's on the table, he can't help but stare at it a little. It's a simple breakfast and he's had acquaintances cook for him before back on the Grandcypher, yet somehow... It's the same feeling he got when he entered the kitchen and saw Tifa cooking. He's not sure how, but it feels...different. It shouldn't, it's not like he's never eaten in someone's home before, so... What is it? Is it really because it's Tifa?
Trying to not recall what happened her in bedroom not long ago, Eustace snaps out of his thoughts when she sits down and he glances at her with a small smile. Whether he pays mind to her avoiding her gaze doesn't matter—he can't quite look her in the eye either just yet.]
Thanks, it looks good.
[And he'll first reach over for that coffee to take a long sip before taking that first bite. ...Yep. It's good. And again, for some reason better than he's ever had.
He would have continued to eat quietly, but Clover mews and walks over to Tifa. Mama can I try some?]
She's accepted you, by the way.
[He's not sure if Tifa could tell yet or not, so he might as well get that cleared up.]