[ It's the Regent's wallet anyway, technically, so she can burn as big of a hole as she wants.
He expects her to take her time in front of the display case, hemming and hawing, but she makes her selection surprisingly quickly, already tapping on the glass to point at....macarons? He thinks the little round cookies are macarons. Ilsa used to buy them a lot, if he remembers correctly.
Truthfully he's not really paying attention to the other desserts in the display case because all of his focus is laser pointed on a selection of cute little animal cookies, their derpy little faces staring back at him. It's with some effort that he looks away when Misa addresses him, face about as impassive as usual.
Nothing can hide the slow tick-tock wave of his tail again, stirred back to life by the sight of those cookies. ]
You can pick.
[ He's not huge on sweets anyway, surely it'll taste about the same. ]
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He expects her to take her time in front of the display case, hemming and hawing, but she makes her selection surprisingly quickly, already tapping on the glass to point at....macarons? He thinks the little round cookies are macarons. Ilsa used to buy them a lot, if he remembers correctly.
Truthfully he's not really paying attention to the other desserts in the display case because all of his focus is laser pointed on a selection of cute little animal cookies, their derpy little faces staring back at him. It's with some effort that he looks away when Misa addresses him, face about as impassive as usual.
Nothing can hide the slow tick-tock wave of his tail again, stirred back to life by the sight of those cookies. ]
You can pick.
[ He's not huge on sweets anyway, surely it'll taste about the same. ]