Ah, yes, the famous coffee biscuits. We wouldn't dare exclude such a marvel from our travels.
[Despite himself, he can't help keeping up his smile, even when it aches as Ryne's antics remind him of a different, distant young girl, picking at all his flaws with some affection in a faraway market. To hide any other emotion, he finishes off his tart, turning toward the candied apple stall and brushing his hands together.
When Ryne is ready, he'll follow her there, too, and he has a mind to pay for her purchase graciously, but something overtakes him as they wait in the short line.]
Ah- if you don't mind, Ryne, I think...I shall go and wait for you over there. [He nods to a nearby bench, only a little hasty in taking her wrist so he can turn her hand over and drop some gil into it.] Choose a good one for me, would you?
[He keeps his composure until he is actually sitting down - he knows he's bound to worry her, here, it can't be helped, it feels as though all of him is suddenly made of iron and he'll sink to the bottom of the lake - and if Ryne looks over he'll simply smile and wave her on. He's fine. Just tired. He did only just get in, after all, not that many minutes ago.]
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[Despite himself, he can't help keeping up his smile, even when it aches as Ryne's antics remind him of a different, distant young girl, picking at all his flaws with some affection in a faraway market. To hide any other emotion, he finishes off his tart, turning toward the candied apple stall and brushing his hands together.
When Ryne is ready, he'll follow her there, too, and he has a mind to pay for her purchase graciously, but something overtakes him as they wait in the short line.]
Ah- if you don't mind, Ryne, I think...I shall go and wait for you over there. [He nods to a nearby bench, only a little hasty in taking her wrist so he can turn her hand over and drop some gil into it.] Choose a good one for me, would you?
[He keeps his composure until he is actually sitting down - he knows he's bound to worry her, here, it can't be helped, it feels as though all of him is suddenly made of iron and he'll sink to the bottom of the lake - and if Ryne looks over he'll simply smile and wave her on. He's fine. Just tired. He did only just get in, after all, not that many minutes ago.]