[ The slump of Neuvillette's shoulders is brief, but noticeable enough that Navia immediately feels bad for pressing him on the issue. And then to apologize for something about his physiology that he's obviously unable to changeโ ah, she realizes, he was trying to protect her feelingsโ and her heart goes out to him, the regret in her chest over calling him cold and unfeeling deeper than ever.
Navia shakes her head, and smiles. ]
Please, Monsieur Neuvillette. There's no need to apologize for something you cannot possibly changeโ It would be like me apologizing for the curls in my hair! My only regret is that you are unable toโ
[ And she falls silent, a thoughtful look finding her features once more. Perhaps, if she...
Yes. Yes, surely she could. ]
Forgive me, monsieur, but I'm afraid I must take my leave earlier than I expected. The macarons are yours, so please feel free to share them with whomever you think will most enjoy them... and I hope you won't mind terribly if I visit you at this same time tomorrow?
[ It's with those words that Navia leaves, her mind full with a number of ideas all at once. An extended trip to the store on her way back to Poisson leaves her with arms laden with bags, and she ends up awake for most of the night, testing and testing again until she manages to find success in her intent.
When she comes back the next day, it's with a second box in hand, only this time the treats are made with only the smallest amount of sugar (merely for the structure of the macaron shells; even to her there is nothing sweet about their tastes). Their fillings are just as decadent as before, but this time in an entirely different direction: tomato and basil, smoked salmon, and bacon, among others. ]
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Navia shakes her head, and smiles. ]
Please, Monsieur Neuvillette. There's no need to apologize for something you cannot possibly changeโ It would be like me apologizing for the curls in my hair! My only regret is that you are unable toโ
[ And she falls silent, a thoughtful look finding her features once more. Perhaps, if she...
Yes. Yes, surely she could. ]
Forgive me, monsieur, but I'm afraid I must take my leave earlier than I expected. The macarons are yours, so please feel free to share them with whomever you think will most enjoy them... and I hope you won't mind terribly if I visit you at this same time tomorrow?
[ It's with those words that Navia leaves, her mind full with a number of ideas all at once. An extended trip to the store on her way back to Poisson leaves her with arms laden with bags, and she ends up awake for most of the night, testing and testing again until she manages to find success in her intent.
When she comes back the next day, it's with a second box in hand, only this time the treats are made with only the smallest amount of sugar (merely for the structure of the macaron shells; even to her there is nothing sweet about their tastes). Their fillings are just as decadent as before, but this time in an entirely different direction: tomato and basil, smoked salmon, and bacon, among others. ]