[ More focused on Link than the cookies, Naminé watches with a slightly tilted head as he sorts through his recollections, then offers a shallow but faintly smiling nod at his assessment. ]
Dreams do make a lot of things much easier.
[ Like substantial physical changes, for instance. Of course, there's plenty of implication to be taken from the fact that whatever's happened to him almost certainly didn't occur on the plane of sleep. Still, Naminé resists her curiosity enough not to pry, and instead pauses with a cookie newly clasped in hand to elaborate on her own words with a quiet murmur of, 'instead of legs,' just in case he was picturing something even stranger than your typical merperson. Sympathetically, ]
It looks that way. I've seen a few people struggling, but... there's only so much someone like me can do to help.
[ Since she doesn't actually have personal experience with a tail, and the secondhand kind only goes so far.
Naminé's partway through taking her own first bite of the snack when Link reacts to the flavor, which-- prompts her first to perk, then to realize she oughtn't talk with her mouth full, and then to proceed to spend a few seconds crunching her way through that bite with her splayed fingers covering her mouth before she dares to speak. ]
I learned the recipe from a dear friend. [ She's flattered in her own shy way, but giving credit where it's due does help her recover somewhat. ] I guess I have had a lot of practice with it by now, so maybe it's just that I've finally managed to do it right.
[ Kind of a relief, honestly; it would have been a shame if the cookies were disappointing after she was lucky enough to catch up with Link. As that sentiment crosses her mind, though, Naminé comes to another realization. ]
By the way, what... brought you so far out here all by yourself? Did I interrupt something important?
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Dreams do make a lot of things much easier.
[ Like substantial physical changes, for instance. Of course, there's plenty of implication to be taken from the fact that whatever's happened to him almost certainly didn't occur on the plane of sleep. Still, Naminé resists her curiosity enough not to pry, and instead pauses with a cookie newly clasped in hand to elaborate on her own words with a quiet murmur of, 'instead of legs,' just in case he was picturing something even stranger than your typical merperson. Sympathetically, ]
It looks that way. I've seen a few people struggling, but... there's only so much someone like me can do to help.
[ Since she doesn't actually have personal experience with a tail, and the secondhand kind only goes so far.
Naminé's partway through taking her own first bite of the snack when Link reacts to the flavor, which-- prompts her first to perk, then to realize she oughtn't talk with her mouth full, and then to proceed to spend a few seconds crunching her way through that bite with her splayed fingers covering her mouth before she dares to speak. ]
I learned the recipe from a dear friend. [ She's flattered in her own shy way, but giving credit where it's due does help her recover somewhat. ] I guess I have had a lot of practice with it by now, so maybe it's just that I've finally managed to do it right.
[ Kind of a relief, honestly; it would have been a shame if the cookies were disappointing after she was lucky enough to catch up with Link. As that sentiment crosses her mind, though, Naminé comes to another realization. ]
By the way, what... brought you so far out here all by yourself? Did I interrupt something important?