[She can't help but watch him a bit longer, biting her lip a little as she crosses her arms behind her back-- but then she turns to the side, catching that scent again.
A-ha! The culprit is a bowl, which upon further (and eager) inspection, is a bowl full of warm, fresh udon. The smell hits her in the back of the throat and makes her stomach growl, and she stares at it with shiny eyes that widen like a child.]
You made this?!
It looks amazing!
[She looks moved, okay. Moved. Food is so important.]
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A-ha! The culprit is a bowl, which upon further (and eager) inspection, is a bowl full of warm, fresh udon. The smell hits her in the back of the throat and makes her stomach growl, and she stares at it with shiny eyes that widen like a child.]
You made this?!
It looks amazing!
[She looks moved, okay. Moved. Food is so important.]