Just smile and be happy.
Zavien laughed in response, shaking his head. "Don't ever apologize for thinking about food." Considering that's where his mind lived most of the time anyways, he couldn't blame anyone else. He quickened his steps to follow Lena, more eager now that dessert was decided. His eyes barely strayed from the large bonfire and its glittering stones. A few Ancients stepped out of its center, causing his eyebrows to raise, but then he was turning back to the shop owner, giving a bright smile of thanks and handing over payment for the items. By the time he was following the Caretaker towards the center of the square, the Ancients had vanished.
Accepting the marshmallow, he gave Lena a skeptical grin. "I'll try for golden brown, but I don't have a lot of hope." It wasn't a lack of faith, but rather a level of self-awareness that had him laughing again. "Last time I had s'mores, Tal had to roast all the marshmallows." He didn't mention the fact that they'd been on the end of a dagger, figuring that the sticks were probably smarter and safer. Kneeling, Zavien twirled his marshmallow just inside the fire, trying his best to keep a close eye on the flammable sugar.
Maybe it was the alcohol still lingering in his system or the soothing warmth of the bonfire, but Zavien found himself smiling softly as he asked, "Can I make a confession?" He didn't let the nerves make an ugly appearance, sneaking a glance towards Lena before diving in. If he didn't say it now, he didn't know when he would. Taking a deep breath, he chuckled and said, "Lena, I've had a crush on you since I bumped into you in the Pacifist Plaza."
Accepting the marshmallow, he gave Lena a skeptical grin. "I'll try for golden brown, but I don't have a lot of hope." It wasn't a lack of faith, but rather a level of self-awareness that had him laughing again. "Last time I had s'mores, Tal had to roast all the marshmallows." He didn't mention the fact that they'd been on the end of a dagger, figuring that the sticks were probably smarter and safer. Kneeling, Zavien twirled his marshmallow just inside the fire, trying his best to keep a close eye on the flammable sugar.
Maybe it was the alcohol still lingering in his system or the soothing warmth of the bonfire, but Zavien found himself smiling softly as he asked, "Can I make a confession?" He didn't let the nerves make an ugly appearance, sneaking a glance towards Lena before diving in. If he didn't say it now, he didn't know when he would. Taking a deep breath, he chuckled and said, "Lena, I've had a crush on you since I bumped into you in the Pacifist Plaza."
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