[ If someone were watching this interaction, they might find Navia's response to Neuvillette's words quite amusing: first she relaxes, smiling at his renewed attempt at praising her baking skills, apparently won over and fooled by this newest lie. Next, she pauses, a gentle confusion winning over her soft features, her head tilting and a frown creasing her brows as she considers the glaring inaccuracy in his statement. ]
B-Bulle?
[ Confusion is followed by a thoughtful, troubled expression as Navia tries to understand his mistake. It doesn't make any sense. If he hated the gift like her anxiety-ridden thoughts wanted her to believe, he'dβ
well, she's not sure what he would do. Neuvillette is a mystery to everyone, especially to her. She can as soon imagine him refusing politely as she can lying through his teeth about a gift he'd rather toss in the trash. But at the very least, she's certain he would not deliberately mix up the flavors of sunsettia and bulle. He would have to know that mixing them up would only invite further questions from her, given the dissimilarities in their tastes.
In fact, the only time she has ever mixed them up is when she was sick with a headcold that muted her taste almost to naught, the sweetness dying on her tongue in flavor ofβ ]
Monsieur Neuvillette, Iβ
[ And the thoughtful look changes once more to one of shock, sapphire eyes wide as she looks up at him, lips parted in her surprise. ]
You can't taste it.
[ What "it" is, Navia doesn't know. But it's the only conclusion she can reach. ]
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B-Bulle?
[ Confusion is followed by a thoughtful, troubled expression as Navia tries to understand his mistake. It doesn't make any sense. If he hated the gift like her anxiety-ridden thoughts wanted her to believe, he'dβ
well, she's not sure what he would do. Neuvillette is a mystery to everyone, especially to her. She can as soon imagine him refusing politely as she can lying through his teeth about a gift he'd rather toss in the trash. But at the very least, she's certain he would not deliberately mix up the flavors of sunsettia and bulle. He would have to know that mixing them up would only invite further questions from her, given the dissimilarities in their tastes.
In fact, the only time she has ever mixed them up is when she was sick with a headcold that muted her taste almost to naught, the sweetness dying on her tongue in flavor ofβ ]
Monsieur Neuvillette, Iβ
[ And the thoughtful look changes once more to one of shock, sapphire eyes wide as she looks up at him, lips parted in her surprise. ]
You can't taste it.
[ What "it" is, Navia doesn't know. But it's the only conclusion she can reach. ]