[Marie, think of your beautiful figure...he'll take some if only to save you because at least his Cordis metabolism can burn all the calories.
Anyway, he nods at her invitation to sit down.]
Merci. [After sitting down on her couch carefully as if not wanting to rumple the cushion covers, he adds:] I did also bring you some tea in those bags, but you can save those tins for another time.
[He just realizes that he's insinuated that he will visit her more often. But there's nothing wrong with checking up on her every now and again, right?]
[ Nope. The best pastries are all hers now! She even goes and gathers them up in a special plate she plans on claiming for herself.
His suggestion also comes on time, since she only had the exact time to put some water to boil. ]
Oh no, I would love to try out your tea! [ She finds the tins and looks over at them, weighing all options in her mind before asking him. ] Is there one kind of tea you would like right now? I am down for all of these.
[ And she won't address the implication, because she knows he'll visit again, and she frankly doesn't mind in the least. ]
[Luckily for Marie, Sanson suspects nothing as she begins setting aside all the sweet pastries on one plate. He had been about to stand up to find the tins of tea for her, but it looks like she already found them.]
There's a black tea blend infused with strawberry, if you'd like to try it...or the one that tastes like a very fruity rosehip tea. I leave the choice up to you.
[ Shuffling around the kitchen, her back turned to him, she calls back cheerfully. ]
No need! I can manage!
[ One thing she loves about living alone is that she's pretty much free to do what she likes with her time. Learning how to cook is one of her new practices nowadays.
She finishes setting the pastries into two separate groups - the majority is for Sanson, while the best ones are reserved for herself - and checks the water, then picks each tin and reads the labels, finding the ones he mentioned. ]
Rosehip? I would love that. [ She places the tin aside and starts neatly setting the rest in a cupboard. ]
[It's so nice to see Marie adjusting well to living on her own - a refreshing sight, after the craziness this world puts them through and after her more flamboyant first life.
The arrangement of the pastries does not go unnoticed, of course.]
Marie...are you going to eat all of that, now? [He's referring to her platter even though his is so much larger by comparison.]
I won't, I won't. [He holds up his hands in surrender. Well, bringing her pastries had been his idea, but he never said she should eat all of it in one sitting.
It's cute how she's suddenly defensive, he thinks.]
You know I always think about your health. Don't push your limits. [His limits were always expanded during his moon cycle, so he isn't being a hypocrite.]
[ Marie keeps pouting, even while adding the filter into the hot water and waiting for it to color, relishing in the scent it produces. ]
I had no idea what a pizza tasted like until you were not around to prevent me from eating it! [ She's pretty much scolding him. ] You saw how I did not grow fat when I returned from the desert island, did you not? I will be fine!
[ Things are not like what they were in Chaldea anymore. She's a strong independent woman now! ]
[Even if she is, in fact, a strong and independent woman who can take care of herself, that doesn't stop Sanson from worrying about her or being protective. Besides, Amadeus (and Salieri) would never forgive him if anything happened to her on his watch.]
Because I'm sure living on a desert island for some time gave you enough exercise. [There are arguments Sanson will gladly drop for Marie, but those involving health and her well-being are a bit harder for him to leave alone. This was not the time to ponder (again) just how they were able to create pizza in the wilderness; really, a lot of things were possible for a bunch of Servants.]
...Besides, knowing Caesar, he might have given you far more than what you should be eating.
Not that much exercise! The piglets mostly helped out with lots of work!
[ They were a smart bunch, at least after the weird timeskip. Still puffing her cheeks, she sets two teacups on the ready and pours tea on both of them. ]
I was fine in the end. I mean, he and Cleopatra are a lovely couple and she's still a beautiful woman with a great form even despite his influence!
[Right, the piglets...which had suddenly evolved into sentient beings capable of building their own civilization. He reaches out to take one of the teacups, one of his cat ears twitching.]
Well, he's not here now. Instead, you are unfortunate to be stuck here with me. [But he doesn't sound self-depreciating when he says that. He sounds more like he's joking.
[ Cordis is one naughty mistress when it comes to turning people into jokesters. If she can be completely honest, she has yet to get used to Sanson's attitude changing so much during those days. In the end, though, she much prefers him not being sad, even if the shift in personality is definitely not natural on its own.
Marie says nothing until she finally comes up to where Sanson is sitting, placing the tray of tea and sweets on the coffee table, then sitting down daintly next to him and giving him an amiable smile. ]
I would definitely say your assumption is quite backwards, mon ami.
[Teacup in hand, he gently blows on the tea inside. It smells so fragrant...and already he's itching to take a bite out of his mound of pastries. Her kind words cause him to shift a little in his seat, his face a tickled pink.]
Oh? I...you flatter me, Your Majesty. [He gives her a grateful smile.] Thank you. For your company. Especially...during this very trying time. [Normally not one to openly call attention to his cat traits, Sanson reaches up to gesture to his ears. Well, only he and Marie were here now, so he felt a lot less self-conscious. Not to mention, she had seen him this way several times now, even kissed him in this state.]
[ Claiming her own teacup and nearing it to her lips, Marie gives him a kind smile. Those cat ears are still as adorable as ever, and there's the advantage of not being a Cordis and this not being a triple moon cycle, thus making her the regular one here who's more likely to help him without influence. ]
It is nothing we have not done before. Just, this time we are in the tranquillity of my home instead of the beach.
[ Seasons have changed and going to the beach in lighter clothes seems like a distant memory now. She blows over the tea with a sigh, then gives it a taste, and immediately hums in a chirpy tone. ]
[She did have a point. Marie had always been a big help to him during this particular time of the month, whether she was under the influence of Iris or not. Nevertheless, Sanson constantly felt indebted to her, and if she likes the tea he bought for her, then this was a small step toward repaying her. Even if he could technically repay her by assisting him when the Iris cycle comes around.]
Then, thank you for opening your home to me as well. I'm glad you're enjoying the tea.
[Sanson is already going to help himself to a croissant - which is inhaled in record time. It's embarrassing even if he manages to retain all proper table manners while doing so.]
[ His eating behavior made her feel weird the first time, but now she merely sees as a cute side of him emerging, the man being so desperate for Chroma that he can't even hold back from inhaling all that food. Admittedly, part of her pleasure with it stems from her mildly sadistic inclination, although she's of course mindful to never mention it or even hint at it to him.
She takes another sip, watching him but also focusing on the flavor of tea blessing her palate. ]
Gifting me those tins was a good call, absolutely so.
[ With half of the content gulped down, she reaches for one of her own pastries. ]
How have you been? Did you improve your social circle?
While Marie already starts eating, Sanson sips at his tea before taking another pastry from his own plate, not even glancing at Marie's plate. She already staked her claim, and he will respect that.]
My social circle? [He takes a bite out of his roll, his smile fading. Oh, he knows exactly what she's referring to.] Oh...I've met some other people, but it's not something I can do overnight. [Especially with his social skills.]
[Yeah, he'll let her know...if she remembers to bring that up next time. It's not exactly a favorite topic of his to discuss. He does nod at her approval of the macarons, though.]
I believe they make the best macarons anywhere in Lunatia. They go very well with the blends of tea I gave you.
[Sanson demurely wipes the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief. He's already on his third pastry and shows no sign of stopping...help.]
[ Only hald of her macaron is gone and he's already on his fourth pastry... Cordis is really bad for the health! Splitting the sweets unevenly between them was a good idea. ]
Their sweetness meshes well together! I will probably have worthy rivals if I decide to open my business here...
Your business? [He lowers the roll he was eating, looking over at her curiously.] What will it be?
[A bakery? Sanson can't recall how much baking talent Marie has or if she's been taking lessons from the other Servants in Chaldea or anyone else here (he'll find out when the Pizza Incident happens). Or perhaps a cafe? A sweets shop?]
[It's a very odd, foreign concept to any normal 18th century Frenchman, but not to Sanson, given not only working knowledge of the modern era but also some knowledge of the existence of maid cafes from the likes of Tamamo Cat and Suzuka Gozen.
And Blackbeard, but Sanson threatened him with bodily harm while Blackbeard was speaking, so let's not talk about that.
So, while he knows exactly what a maid cafe is, this prompts him to ask, after finishing his roll and finally managing to pause in between stuffing his face:]
Oh? Why a maid cafe, of all things? [Sanson isn't against the idea. It's just not quite something he expected from her. Especially since she would be putting away her queen's crown, so to speak, for a maid's lace and uniform.]
[ Even while donning a maid dress, she would still technically be a Queen of Maids because she'd be running the place. Which is great by her, because she'd been also looking for a chance to have the control of something again, even if it's no longer a country or millions of people.
Taking her time with another macaron, she then answers him with the tone of someone who has a clear idea of what she's doing. ]
Would you not like to see a group of beautiful people dressing up in the garments of actual servants? That is how I have been feeling lately, and I do want to make that fantasy of mine real, since no one thought of it yet!
[ Besides, the most spoiled part of herself kind of missed having maids from back at Versailles. ]
Making our customers happy by just virtue of our presence... that would be fantastic!
[While eating the rest of his roll and ensuring he didn't get crumbs on any part of Marie's humble abode, he listens to her, his cat ears twitching. Well, he doesn't doubt that she most likely knows what she's doing. For one thing, she was a leader before, and still had that same charisma now.
Sanson would know; that charisma works all too well on him.
He's not sure about wanting to see people wearing maid and butler costumes...but he has to admit, Marie would bring an endearing yet dignified quality to a maid outfit...and he's going to shelve that thought as quickly as it came to mind.]
I know you want to make your customers happy, but...what's more important is that you will be happy doing this. If this will make you happy, I'll do what I can to support you.
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Anyway, he nods at her invitation to sit down.]
Merci. [After sitting down on her couch carefully as if not wanting to rumple the cushion covers, he adds:] I did also bring you some tea in those bags, but you can save those tins for another time.
[He just realizes that he's insinuated that he will visit her more often. But there's nothing wrong with checking up on her every now and again, right?]
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His suggestion also comes on time, since she only had the exact time to put some water to boil. ]
Oh no, I would love to try out your tea! [ She finds the tins and looks over at them, weighing all options in her mind before asking him. ] Is there one kind of tea you would like right now? I am down for all of these.
[ And she won't address the implication, because she knows he'll visit again, and she frankly doesn't mind in the least. ]
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There's a black tea blend infused with strawberry, if you'd like to try it...or the one that tastes like a very fruity rosehip tea. I leave the choice up to you.
...Do you need any help?
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No need! I can manage!
[ One thing she loves about living alone is that she's pretty much free to do what she likes with her time. Learning how to cook is one of her new practices nowadays.
She finishes setting the pastries into two separate groups - the majority is for Sanson, while the best ones are reserved for herself - and checks the water, then picks each tin and reads the labels, finding the ones he mentioned. ]
Rosehip? I would love that. [ She places the tin aside and starts neatly setting the rest in a cupboard. ]
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[It's so nice to see Marie adjusting well to living on her own - a refreshing sight, after the craziness this world puts them through and after her more flamboyant first life.
The arrangement of the pastries does not go unnoticed, of course.]
Marie...are you going to eat all of that, now? [He's referring to her platter even though his is so much larger by comparison.]
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Probably not. [ A shrug. ] But those are mine, I decided! No stealing!
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It's cute how she's suddenly defensive, he thinks.]
You know I always think about your health. Don't push your limits. [His limits were always expanded during his moon cycle, so he isn't being a hypocrite.]
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I had no idea what a pizza tasted like until you were not around to prevent me from eating it! [ She's pretty much scolding him. ] You saw how I did not grow fat when I returned from the desert island, did you not? I will be fine!
[ Things are not like what they were in Chaldea anymore. She's a strong independent woman now! ]
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Because I'm sure living on a desert island for some time gave you enough exercise. [There are arguments Sanson will gladly drop for Marie, but those involving health and her well-being are a bit harder for him to leave alone. This was not the time to ponder (again) just how they were able to create pizza in the wilderness; really, a lot of things were possible for a bunch of Servants.]
...Besides, knowing Caesar, he might have given you far more than what you should be eating.
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[ They were a smart bunch, at least after the weird timeskip. Still puffing her cheeks, she sets two teacups on the ready and pours tea on both of them. ]
I was fine in the end. I mean, he and Cleopatra are a lovely couple and she's still a beautiful woman with a great form even despite his influence!
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Well, he's not here now. Instead, you are unfortunate to be stuck here with me. [But he doesn't sound self-depreciating when he says that. He sounds more like he's joking.
That's on Cordis.]
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Marie says nothing until she finally comes up to where Sanson is sitting, placing the tray of tea and sweets on the coffee table, then sitting down daintly next to him and giving him an amiable smile. ]
I would definitely say your assumption is quite backwards, mon ami.
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Oh? I...you flatter me, Your Majesty. [He gives her a grateful smile.] Thank you. For your company. Especially...during this very trying time. [Normally not one to openly call attention to his cat traits, Sanson reaches up to gesture to his ears. Well, only he and Marie were here now, so he felt a lot less self-conscious. Not to mention, she had seen him this way several times now, even kissed him in this state.]
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It is nothing we have not done before. Just, this time we are in the tranquillity of my home instead of the beach.
[ Seasons have changed and going to the beach in lighter clothes seems like a distant memory now. She blows over the tea with a sigh, then gives it a taste, and immediately hums in a chirpy tone. ]
Hmmmm! Delicious!
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Then, thank you for opening your home to me as well. I'm glad you're enjoying the tea.
[Sanson is already going to help himself to a croissant - which is inhaled in record time. It's embarrassing even if he manages to retain all proper table manners while doing so.]
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She takes another sip, watching him but also focusing on the flavor of tea blessing her palate. ]
Gifting me those tins was a good call, absolutely so.
[ With half of the content gulped down, she reaches for one of her own pastries. ]
How have you been? Did you improve your social circle?
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While Marie already starts eating, Sanson sips at his tea before taking another pastry from his own plate, not even glancing at Marie's plate. She already staked her claim, and he will respect that.]
My social circle? [He takes a bite out of his roll, his smile fading. Oh, he knows exactly what she's referring to.] Oh...I've met some other people, but it's not something I can do overnight. [Especially with his social skills.]
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[ Because she cares about his emotional wellbeing as much as he cares about her not eating too much unhealthy food.
Speaking of which, she takes a pink macaron from the pile and chews on it happily. ]
Mmmm~! This one easily melts in my mouth, I love it!
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I believe they make the best macarons anywhere in Lunatia. They go very well with the blends of tea I gave you.
[Sanson demurely wipes the corner of his mouth with a white handkerchief. He's already on his third pastry and shows no sign of stopping...help.]
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Their sweetness meshes well together! I will probably have worthy rivals if I decide to open my business here...
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[A bakery? Sanson can't recall how much baking talent Marie has or if she's been taking lessons from the other Servants in Chaldea or anyone else here (he'll find out when the Pizza Incident happens). Or perhaps a cafe? A sweets shop?]
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I would like to open a maid cafe!
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And Blackbeard, but Sanson threatened him with bodily harm while Blackbeard was speaking, so let's not talk about that.
So, while he knows exactly what a maid cafe is, this prompts him to ask, after finishing his roll and finally managing to pause in between stuffing his face:]
Oh? Why a maid cafe, of all things? [Sanson isn't against the idea. It's just not quite something he expected from her. Especially since she would be putting away her queen's crown, so to speak, for a maid's lace and uniform.]
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Taking her time with another macaron, she then answers him with the tone of someone who has a clear idea of what she's doing. ]
Would you not like to see a group of beautiful people dressing up in the garments of actual servants? That is how I have been feeling lately, and I do want to make that fantasy of mine real, since no one thought of it yet!
[ Besides, the most spoiled part of herself kind of missed having maids from back at Versailles. ]
Making our customers happy by just virtue of our presence... that would be fantastic!
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Sanson would know; that charisma works all too well on him.
He's not sure about wanting to see people wearing maid and butler costumes...but he has to admit, Marie would bring an endearing yet dignified quality to a maid outfit...and he's going to shelve that thought as quickly as it came to mind.]
I know you want to make your customers happy, but...what's more important is that you will be happy doing this. If this will make you happy, I'll do what I can to support you.
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