[ Lucina's studying a plastic-wrapped snack — some kind of granola bar, kind of mushed; this place sure is a marvel — when a tall, curtain-clad man(?) comes and offers her a drink.
Well. She thought it was a drink, then the stranger decided to say he has no use for it; which tugs at her attention just enough that it gives her pause. She looks again. There's just barely enough in there for a taste ( she'll learn what a sample is in a bit, surely ). Her hand is outstretched between them, inches away from the tiny paper cup. ]
What is it? [ Isn't it... just a drink. This time, she looks up. There's a beat as she tamps down the impulse that they might be intending her harm — surely not in the middle of a crowded store, and definitely not like this. Maybe it's alcohol? ] Is it not to your liking? [ Maybe he doesn't like alcohol?? ]
ii, pavilion!
Well. She thought it was a drink, then the stranger decided to say he has no use for it; which tugs at her attention just enough that it gives her pause. She looks again. There's just barely enough in there for a taste ( she'll learn what a sample is in a bit, surely ). Her hand is outstretched between them, inches away from the tiny paper cup. ]
What is it? [ Isn't it... just a drink. This time, she looks up. There's a beat as she tamps down the impulse that they might be intending her harm — surely not in the middle of a crowded store, and definitely not like this. Maybe it's alcohol? ] Is it not to your liking? [ Maybe he doesn't like alcohol?? ]