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     “ You mean to tell me that all flavors are good?   Even mint?   I’m sorry but vanilla triumphs over all. “     To be absolutely frank in his choice.     A bit stoic in his opinion over delicacies he remembers of.     Even with a long diminished sense of taste, he could vaguely remember his delight of tasting his favorite flavor and even the disgust of the others.     Even for him, He would act childish and picky over his food. 

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↺   "Did you hit your head in battle, Claude? What makes you think I would ever want to call you my father?"

HE WOULD BE SUCH A GOOD DARK FLIER OMG JUST LOOK UP AND YOU SEE FUCKING HUBIE STARING YOU DOWN WITH MAGIC

For someone with such a petite frame, Lysithea’s blow is much sharper than Hubert would have expected. He nearly flinches away, forcing himself still as he lets his hand fall back to his side. His eyes drift back to the doll. It’s rather pretty, dressed like a princess, clearly the work of a master craftsman. “My apologies,” he says, ducking his head. “I assume it is quite important to you. I only intended to have a closer look.”

“ . . . ” marianne quietly picks at the meal in front of them, brown eyes glancing up before moving to stand to move. “ i’ll . . . get out of your way. i’m sorry. ”

the shake of the head, a hand resting on lysithea’s shoulder in a comforting way. ( similar problems, in opposite ways. the goddess must be rolling with laughter in her grave. ) “ i won’t tell anyone. you have my word. ”

𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Reading a book together.

IHe doesn’t begrudge the younger mage for pushing her way onto the bench beside him—practically sliding herself under Linhardt’s arm in her determination—after all books on crest research are exceedingly rare. So rare, in fact, that the healer’s only seen those written by Hanneman himself. Linhardt’s always assumed that others must have studied crests at some point, but perhaps they’ve not thought to publish their work (or maybe been laughed away) before now. Fortunately, proof to the contrary sits open before him.Well, before Lysithea’s head where she’s crowded between himself and the dusty tome he’s rescued from Abyss’ depths.