56. Guessing someone’s age…
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“Hello, my name is Marth, and yours?” the prince introduced himself, taking a seat opposite the other. This tea party has a grand assortment of options, far too many for one to choose from. Many of the sweets available remained foreign to him, yet that was why he was here, was it not? To learn.
“I must say, I am not quite so accustomed to these sweets, do you have any you would recommend?”
Getting the opinion of one who had been here for longer seemed appropriate, well, more appropriate than simply eating that which looked familiar. Had Caeda been here, he was sure she would have been able to show him which was best. Sweets making was a skill of hers, after all.
“What kind of sweets do you enjoy?”
Alcryst sits starstruck at the physical manifestation of the Divine Dragon's most trusted ally. It's not the Emblem Marth that he once knew, but it's still the same man at heart.
Why did he decide to sit with him? As if Alcryst doesn't know the answer to that already! It's because Marth is genuinely kind, an incredibly charming man that naturally attracts other people to his side, the sort that always tries to see the positives in anyone even if they're a miserable wretch.
Ah... Alcryst is so dead... there's no way he's getting through this without making an absolute fool of himself, someway, somehow...
"Hello... my name is Alcryst." So far, so good. "I haven't tried the desserts yet... A-Actually, I'm not much for sweets. But if you want a recommendation..." He points at a square of strawberry shortcake at the top of the tiered stand. "I've heard lots of good things about the strawberry shortcake! Please, have it..."