[ The packet's caught with ease, but her eyes are still wide. It takes a second for her to squint at the packaging, peering inside — some kind of processed, unrecognizable thing — to really clock what it is. Her head darts up just as the stranger's shrugging, brows knitting together as she catches on. Before she can really think about it: ] Wait!
I couldn't— [ Sure, it's got a bite taken out of it, but food is food. If she were picky about things like this, she wouldn't be here right now. ( An army with teenage boys is probably not the best place to spend her formative years, her standards are somewhere on the ground. )
She rummages around the bag slung over her shoulder. ]
Perhaps we can trade. [ A moment later, Lucina offers a different plastic wrapped item — this one's untouched, still in its packaging. It looks like some kind of granola bar, maybe? Honestly, she's not entirely sure either; but it's food. ]
panorama!
I couldn't— [ Sure, it's got a bite taken out of it, but food is food. If she were picky about things like this, she wouldn't be here right now. ( An army with teenage boys is probably not the best place to spend her formative years, her standards are somewhere on the ground. )
She rummages around the bag slung over her shoulder. ]
Perhaps we can trade. [ A moment later, Lucina offers a different plastic wrapped item — this one's untouched, still in its packaging. It looks like some kind of granola bar, maybe? Honestly, she's not entirely sure either; but it's food. ]