[ Ophilia feels her face flush with heat when he offers her a taste of her own medicine. Her eyes dart to and fro between him and the pastry he’s holding, unsure of how to go about taking it. Eating it straight from his hand seems wrong—and incredibly embarrassing besides!—so she takes it from him first then samples it for herself.
Nothing about Eren’s expression tells her what to expect. Ophilia, however, makes no attempt to hide how she feels, her glee writ plain on her face. If that isn’t proof enough, her unvarnished squeal of delight almost certainly is. ]
Mm! It’s impolite to talk while eating, though. [ She thinks she’s being subtle by hiding her mouthful behind her strudel-less hand. ] Oh, but I love this one, too! What do you think?
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Nothing about Eren’s expression tells her what to expect. Ophilia, however, makes no attempt to hide how she feels, her glee writ plain on her face. If that isn’t proof enough, her unvarnished squeal of delight almost certainly is. ]
Mm! It’s impolite to talk while eating, though. [ She thinks she’s being subtle by hiding her mouthful behind her strudel-less hand. ] Oh, but I love this one, too! What do you think?