It was a large grub, everyone within the Shepherds gathered around to dine. It was late at night, and a celebratory toast was given out (although it was mere water, since they had no alcohol) by Chrom. "To all the Shepherds," he toasted with a wide grin, "another successful save of a village from thieves and Grima. Most impressive so far."
Everyone agreed as they all clapped, before digging into the large feast that was sprawled out for them on the tables of their campsite (they've been staying there for about a week). The feast was prepared by a majority of the girls and a few of the boys, and they all took pride at the result. Each unit slipped from the large campfire, warmed up and stomachs growling for food. Most of them plopped down with their significant other, or next to the others who they've managed to get along with pretty well. Within minutes, food was being passed along, and laughter filled the breezy atmosphere.
Towards the end of the second table, the blonde royal slipped next to her significant other, a sweet smile widening her features. Settling a plate in front of him, she then settled hers and sat. Her golden eyes blinked, turning to Lon'qu, who did nothing but gaze at his hands. There were a few blisters here and there, but it was nothing compared to the blisters he would obtain when he'd wield his swords with accurate precision and swift velocity to out win his enemy.
Lissa arched an eyebrow, looming over to take a peek herself. It was up to the point in their relationship in which she was the only woman he never jerked away from, and she took pride in that. "Lon'qu? What are you focused on?" She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips as he balled his fists.
"Usually the katanas are the result of these," the myrmidon answered gently. He saw Lissa's hands move to his, unclenching them softly. The tips of her fingers glided along the blisters with gentleness, and he swore he heard her soft humming. "But potatoes have never. This is a first."
"Looks like we're doing all of our firsts together."
He couldn't help the heat to his cheeks at how he interpreted her words, unlike her, who wasn't intended into implementing a sexual connotation. Clearing his throat gruffly, Lon'qu grabbed one of her small hands into his large ones, and rose them up. "I peeled potatoes for one day and I almost died."
More giggles erupted from her. "But you didn't die! I won't allow it!"
"Almost," he emphasized the word, slurring out the 't.' An amused chuckle soon followed, as he pressed his mouth to the back of her palm to plant a small kiss. "I love you, Lissa."
His affectionate gestures and his declarations of love still throve for the royal to blush shyly. "And I love you, Lon'qu…"
Ironically, she had her plate with a generous amount of potatoes in it, and he failed in trying to hide the chuckles that breathed through his lips. Both ate happily, eventually joining the others in their roaring laughter to share good times.
