( Huh. She was definitely mad at him before, there's no denying it, right? But now she's not? Shealtiel doesn't really get it, but there's something fond in his expression as he watches her. By now, his candy is finished and the stick is set aside so he can focus on this yummy cake, instead! He absolutely notices her piece is smaller.
There's a lot lining up here to indicate... she likes him? In some way? They are friends? He's gone back and forth with himself on whether or not he should be allowing himself to think that way.
He sticks his fork into the cake, scooping up a piece. )
I never took you as the type to remember dates. Happy... friendiversary? ( He says it in the same breath as a little laugh, and shoves his fork into his mouth before she can react to that. It helps him feel like he doesn't have to face his cheesy line immediately, too. )
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There's a lot lining up here to indicate... she likes him? In some way? They are friends? He's gone back and forth with himself on whether or not he should be allowing himself to think that way.
He sticks his fork into the cake, scooping up a piece. )
I never took you as the type to remember dates. Happy... friendiversary? ( He says it in the same breath as a little laugh, and shoves his fork into his mouth before she can react to that. It helps him feel like he doesn't have to face his cheesy line immediately, too. )