[There's some hesitance on Cloud's end at first, his eyes darting from the woman before him to the food being offered to him. Those pastries did look good, but he really shouldn't, even if she knew him from somewhere.
Just when he opens his mouth to protest, his stomach has other ideas and lets out an audible growl. It's not long before his cheeks begin to color from embarrassment. There's no denying how hungry he is now.]
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Just when he opens his mouth to protest, his stomach has other ideas and lets out an audible growl. It's not long before his cheeks begin to color from embarrassment. There's no denying how hungry he is now.]
Sure. I'll take whatever you have.