"See? I told you Ostia's strawberry season produced the best strawberries," Serra gloated. Priscilla licked her fingers and sighed gently.
"I never claimed it didn't, I only said Etruria's was amazing," she laughed.
"Yeah, well...Ostia's still the best!" Serra retorted playfully.
"Serra...aren't you originally from Etruria?" Priscilla ventured, remembering a conversation she'd heard between the cleric and Lord Hector. Serra paused in mid-bite.
"Yes, but I've grown so used to Ostia that it might as well be my real home! Lord Hector said so, until I find my parents again..." She trailed off, looked to the side, then laughed heartily. "Besides, keeping Lord Hector out of trouble is a big job, and Sir Oswin has to sleep sometime!" Priscilla laughed.
"That makes sense, I suppose, when you think about it!" She lifted another strawberry to her mouth, slowly sucking on the pointed end, savoring the taste. Ostia's strawberries could give Etruria's a run for their money! Suddenly, she heard Serra cough; she looked over and saw the cleric staring at her and blushing.
"Um, Priscilla? Could you...I mean, the way you're...if someone saw us they could get ideas!" Priscilla blinked, then slowly realized how long she'd been sucking the strawberry. Blushing, she quickly bit into it.
"Sorry!" she mumbled between chews. Serra shrugged, taking another berry for herself.
"It's perfectly all right, just be more careful!" She bit into the strawberry, and this time it was Priscilla's turn to stare.