Harrow steadies the glass as Gideon starts to pour, then does the same for the other; the movement is instinctive, easy, something she barely notices she's done until it's over. Nodding, she picks up one of the cups, taking a sip of the water inside. It's not at all a surprise when the clean, acidic taste of lemon washes over her tongue.
"We are eating in the middle of a park, Griddle," she points out, pedantic to the last. "If you'd managed five gourmet courses I'd have died from shock." Her glance over at her cavalier is sharp, even as something warmer lingers just at the outermost edge. "It's...enough that it's things I can eat. I suppose that's the more important thing."
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Date: 2021-09-07 07:24 pm (UTC)"We are eating in the middle of a park, Griddle," she points out, pedantic to the last. "If you'd managed five gourmet courses I'd have died from shock." Her glance over at her cavalier is sharp, even as something warmer lingers just at the outermost edge. "It's...enough that it's things I can eat. I suppose that's the more important thing."