["Only you could make vegetables sound so romantic."
She's not expecting it. That response. It makes her laugh outright as she looks over to him. Then she grins, a bit girlish and even abashed. Considering she's never thought herself a romantic, being described as using language that even points in that direction is... For her, it's nearly unheard of. Clive always seems to know how to catch her off guard.
His clarification, explanation, that impending visit to Ash grabs her then. With her hand in his, she can only reflect and wonder. Barnabas won't give his blessing. Maybe a challenge, if anything. She doesn't think there will be any kind of peaceful exchange between the two of them. Barnabas does not seem like the kind of man who would. And given what Ash was like when she left, she can only suspect it's gotten worse.
That continent might as well be in disarray. And Barnabas doesn't seem to care at all.]
Hm... [Her head tilts as she eyes him.] I could probably go if I didn't just go wearing this. But if no one knew who I was, I could guide you. It'll be... a while before you go, right? Before you're planning to go? [She turns from him, scans the distance, trying to think about where they are currently on a map.]
There's still Drake's Tail to contend with. The Crystalline Dominion sits on the brink― we'll have to go there before we think of moving further east.
[ Enamored by Aerith's smile, the way he speaks of necessities softens to match the swelling of his heart. The world feels slightly less complicated when she laughs, and it inspires him to shift the conversation in a lighter, less dour direction. ]
So there's time enough to find you something else to wear, I suppose. [ They've talked about consulting Hortense before; he wonders if that conversation has already happened between Aerith and her where he wasn't there to see. ] Something less...
[ Hm. ]
...Pink. [ Because that's all it takes for the people looking for her not to recognize her, right. Obviously he doesn't actually think this, but he's just teasing as lightly as a man like him is able. ]
[At least there is time. There is no part of Aerith chomping at proverbial bit to return to Ash. When she thinks about doing so, a flutter of nerves comes up. Maybe by the time that time arrives, she may handle it better. Even if she doesn't, she will put on the presentation that she does.
That is Aerith's way.]
Oh, actually... [She looks a little pleased, a little animated, and it is transparent that she may even be looking forward to it.] I think when we get back, I should be able to check on the progress of that. I know I said I like pastel colours and I do, but I didn't want anything that looks too much like me. So I opted for blue and white. No pink. I specifically said no pink.
[With her free hand, she reaches for her hair and plays with the braid she has it pulled back into.]
I'll do something different with this, too, but I'm not sure what yet. Maybe I'll just wear it down.
[Although she wonders if that'll be good enough. Would people recognise her face easily? Aerith doesn't think she's memorable at all, but that doesn't mean others don't feel the same way.]
If it's done by the time we get back, do you want to take a look and give me your professional opinion?
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She's not expecting it. That response. It makes her laugh outright as she looks over to him. Then she grins, a bit girlish and even abashed. Considering she's never thought herself a romantic, being described as using language that even points in that direction is... For her, it's nearly unheard of. Clive always seems to know how to catch her off guard.
His clarification, explanation, that impending visit to Ash grabs her then. With her hand in his, she can only reflect and wonder. Barnabas won't give his blessing. Maybe a challenge, if anything. She doesn't think there will be any kind of peaceful exchange between the two of them. Barnabas does not seem like the kind of man who would. And given what Ash was like when she left, she can only suspect it's gotten worse.
That continent might as well be in disarray. And Barnabas doesn't seem to care at all.]
Hm... [Her head tilts as she eyes him.] I could probably go if I didn't just go wearing this. But if no one knew who I was, I could guide you. It'll be... a while before you go, right? Before you're planning to go? [She turns from him, scans the distance, trying to think about where they are currently on a map.]
Where are you going next?
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[ Enamored by Aerith's smile, the way he speaks of necessities softens to match the swelling of his heart. The world feels slightly less complicated when she laughs, and it inspires him to shift the conversation in a lighter, less dour direction. ]
So there's time enough to find you something else to wear, I suppose. [ They've talked about consulting Hortense before; he wonders if that conversation has already happened between Aerith and her where he wasn't there to see. ] Something less...
[ Hm. ]
...Pink. [ Because that's all it takes for the people looking for her not to recognize her, right. Obviously he doesn't actually think this, but he's just teasing as lightly as a man like him is able. ]
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That is Aerith's way.]
Oh, actually... [She looks a little pleased, a little animated, and it is transparent that she may even be looking forward to it.] I think when we get back, I should be able to check on the progress of that. I know I said I like pastel colours and I do, but I didn't want anything that looks too much like me. So I opted for blue and white. No pink. I specifically said no pink.
[With her free hand, she reaches for her hair and plays with the braid she has it pulled back into.]
I'll do something different with this, too, but I'm not sure what yet. Maybe I'll just wear it down.
[Although she wonders if that'll be good enough. Would people recognise her face easily? Aerith doesn't think she's memorable at all, but that doesn't mean others don't feel the same way.]
If it's done by the time we get back, do you want to take a look and give me your professional opinion?