[ That's aimed mostly at the 'friends' comment; not that she particularly cares what Company bean counters think, but it might cause Sion some grief in the long run. A word of caution is all.
As for the tea set--
Saber's eyes widen at the unveiling despite her best efforts to maintain her composure. Such fine workmanship... surely it cost a fortune? An aborted gesture to reach for one of the cups sees her right hand settled on the tabletop instead, somewhat self-consciously switching her gaze from the graceful curve of the cup handle down to her fingers instead.
Someone else would doubtless make better use of such a tea set. To Saber, it's a work of art; one does not simply touch such a thing. ]
I'm certain they're in fine condition -- [ Oh. Or not. The cup she'd been staring longingly at gets pushed into her hands, where she cradles it gingerly, as if afraid to shatter the glass if any pressure is applied. ] I --
[ It's too much. First the dress, then the package, and now a personal visit? ]
Sion. [ Figures the first time she uses his name is out of pure exasperation. This time it's her turn to initiate touch for once, reaching out to catch the taller man's wrist before he can whip himself into a frenzy in the kitchen. She's not absolutely sure he'd settle for just boiling hot water if given free rein. ]
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[ That's aimed mostly at the 'friends' comment; not that she particularly cares what Company bean counters think, but it might cause Sion some grief in the long run. A word of caution is all.
As for the tea set--
Saber's eyes widen at the unveiling despite her best efforts to maintain her composure. Such fine workmanship... surely it cost a fortune?
An aborted gesture to reach for one of the cups sees her right hand settled on the tabletop instead, somewhat self-consciously switching her gaze from the graceful curve of the cup handle down to her fingers instead.
Someone else would doubtless make better use of such a tea set. To Saber, it's a work of art; one does not simply touch such a thing. ]
I'm certain they're in fine condition -- [ Oh. Or not. The cup she'd been staring longingly at gets pushed into her hands, where she cradles it gingerly, as if afraid to shatter the glass if any pressure is applied. ] I --
[ It's too much. First the dress, then the package, and now a personal visit? ]
Sion. [ Figures the first time she uses his name is out of pure exasperation.
This time it's her turn to initiate touch for once, reaching out to catch the taller man's wrist before he can whip himself into a frenzy in the kitchen. She's not absolutely sure he'd settle for just boiling hot water if given free rein. ]
Sit. Down. [ Pause. ] Please.
Just... let me worry about the hot water.