[He should never assume that no one is looking. She is always looking—fondly.
There's the smallest twitch of her lip into a smile as she shuts the journal, leaving it at that. She supposes she shouldn't embarrass him anymore than she already has...]
Think we're way past that now.
[Mirabelle already knows how much he spoils and loves his dogs. Hell, she's sure the whole of Reverein knows at this point, but it's not like it's a bad thing? She doesn't think so anyway, but maybe Eustace has that outer image to uphold.
Tifa knows better than that, though.]
Anyway. I feel better now that they know. [She takes her sandwich back from him.] Now I can focus.
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There's the smallest twitch of her lip into a smile as she shuts the journal, leaving it at that. She supposes she shouldn't embarrass him anymore than she already has...]
Think we're way past that now.
[Mirabelle already knows how much he spoils and loves his dogs. Hell, she's sure the whole of Reverein knows at this point, but it's not like it's a bad thing? She doesn't think so anyway, but maybe Eustace has that outer image to uphold.
Tifa knows better than that, though.]
Anyway. I feel better now that they know. [She takes her sandwich back from him.] Now I can focus.