[Byleth was quiet as they got themselves situated at the tea house, and he sat across from Claude on the edge of his seat, straight-backed and poised, as if he expected to leap to his feet a moment's notice. He set the book on the table as well, and clasped his hands together atop of it.]
I'll eat if you eat. [Claude looked like he needed carbs and sugar in him, truth be told.] Is that fine?
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I'll eat if you eat. [Claude looked like he needed carbs and sugar in him, truth be told.] Is that fine?