[ Oleandra listens patiently to Vergil's description; more than anything entirely concrete about the person in question, she interprets a rather curious feeling in the way he describes Nero. A sense of admiration, but at a careful distance -- whether that be emotional or physical or both. One he's looking to breach now, for some reason. ]
Well, he sounds like a regular Prince Charming. [ She offers as an initial response, once it seems that he's given her all he can. It's not exactly sarcastic -- if this person is indeed exactly as Vergil describes him, he would be kind of a catch, in her opinion. Though there is perhaps a tinge of cynicism gnawing at the back of her mind -- there's no way this guy is as kind or caring as he thinks he is -- it's quickly compartmentalized, not inclined to think too deeply on it or actually voice that particular concern, especially when she's only just met this guy. Who is she to tell him what to believe or who to believe in?
No, the best thing to do here is to help this person win over whoever his mystery friend is, regardless of whether he's got some hidden dark side or not. Maybe it would even gain her something of an ally in this place -- something she sorely needs to feel in control. ]
It sounds like what you need isn't actually the perfect snack. It's an experience.
[ In lieu of explanation, she turns to the shelves and retrieves two things -- a package of sweet fruit gummies, and a small bottle of hot sauce. She holds them up to him expectantly, waiting to see if his reaction will tell her if it's a combination he's tried before. ]
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Well, he sounds like a regular Prince Charming. [ She offers as an initial response, once it seems that he's given her all he can. It's not exactly sarcastic -- if this person is indeed exactly as Vergil describes him, he would be kind of a catch, in her opinion. Though there is perhaps a tinge of cynicism gnawing at the back of her mind -- there's no way this guy is as kind or caring as he thinks he is -- it's quickly compartmentalized, not inclined to think too deeply on it or actually voice that particular concern, especially when she's only just met this guy. Who is she to tell him what to believe or who to believe in?
No, the best thing to do here is to help this person win over whoever his mystery friend is, regardless of whether he's got some hidden dark side or not. Maybe it would even gain her something of an ally in this place -- something she sorely needs to feel in control. ]
It sounds like what you need isn't actually the perfect snack. It's an experience.
[ In lieu of explanation, she turns to the shelves and retrieves two things -- a package of sweet fruit gummies, and a small bottle of hot sauce. She holds them up to him expectantly, waiting to see if his reaction will tell her if it's a combination he's tried before. ]