[this car is so pristine inside and out that prompto's afraid of moving around too much.]
[at her questions, he edges around for an answer, settles for keeping his eyes out on the road... considering... and then turning to glance back at her]
I wanna buy a cheesecake. Noct likes sweet things.
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--do you also like sweet things? Would you want some?
[She makes a note of that. It's not that she's about to start baking him things, but hey, if she ever feels inclined to get him something sweet, now she knows what to avoid.]
A cookie, then, if you please. Perhaps you can even come in this time when you deliver it to my home, hm?
[clearly, he's teasing. and, clearly, this is a sign that he's feeling slightly better. and that he finds himself comfortable enough around rosalind to joke around like this.]
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[at her questions, he edges around for an answer, settles for keeping his eyes out on the road... considering... and then turning to glance back at her]
I wanna buy a cheesecake. Noct likes sweet things.
[??]
--do you also like sweet things? Would you want some?
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I like sweet things on occasion. Not cheesecake, though. My preferences run towards biscuits-- ah, cookies, to you.
[Americans.]
A pity I don't any any English sweets. You might like them - our chocolate is superior, frankly.
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[he looks down at his lap and puts his hands against his tummy. he loves sweets, but why you gotta make him sick for it...]
Chocolate's kinda hard for me to like.
But... [he's determined!] If there's something at the bakery you like, let me get it for you, okay?
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A cookie, then, if you please. Perhaps you can even come in this time when you deliver it to my home, hm?
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[clearly, he's teasing. and, clearly, this is a sign that he's feeling slightly better. and that he finds himself comfortable enough around rosalind to joke around like this.]
[he turns with a bit of a smile]
It'll be more than just the one, uh... biscuit.