AN: This one came sooner than the last one! Some might call that progress :P
First times (Freddie)
People tended to be intimidated by his guide to foraging in the wild, but he was always quick to assure them that no; it was really simple.
Anything marked in green was a staple resource, meant to be prioritized due to the total lack of risk in their consumption.
Anything marked in yellow tended to be more difficult; sometimes it was due to rarity, while other times it came down to troublesome preparation.
And then finally there were the scattered cases marked in blood red – a clear sign that the first time eating these would also be the last time.
Attraction (Thoma/Sharl)
He recognized this dance; he wasn't blind. That didn't mean he had to like it, not one bit.
"Hmph."
Lacan raised an eyebrow at the dark expression on Marx's face, striving mightily to keep his amusement in check. "Is something on your mind, perhaps?"
"Save it," he grumbled, crossing his arms when Thoma leaned in to whisper something to Sharl, breaking into a grin when she mock-pouted and swatted at him, her slender fingers alighting on the bare skin of his forearm.
"… I doubt I'll be any better when it's Sheeda and Lily's turn, if that helps."
"It doesn't."
The moment when (Machias/Emma)
"Flies," Celine muttered as she strolled past a visibly startled Machias, causing him to snap his mouth shut and shoot her an annoyed glance. Emma, for her part, simply giggled.
"Not quite the reaction I expected."
"Apologies," he muttered, dropping his head and chuckling weakly. "I'm so used to coming back to an empty house that any kind of welcome was bound to take me by surprise."
"Hmm. Well, that won't do. Should I stop?" she teased, tapping him on the nose.
"I'd rather you didn't. Hearing it… made this feel real, I suppose."
She beamed. "That can be arranged."