Edelgard listens, though, very intently and doing her best not to look so taken aback by how much he's talking; it's actually not so bad to hear him launch into an explanation like this because it's clear that he's genuinely passionate about all of this. Sure, it's something that's rather useless in the grand scheme of things; traditions like that won't fix the rotten, irrational world that they live in, but there's something nice in the way he speaks so fondly about everything here.
Maybe it's just the fact that through him, Edelgard is getting a glimpse at what a normal family could have been like. If she grew up like he did, she'd certainly be blind to the suffering of people beneath her, and wrapped in a cashmere blanket of ignorance to the world at large. She wouldn't want to grow up another way, but it's still...
Nice, really, to hear all of that. Edelgard's face settles into a smile once he finishes and pours their tea, and she shakes his head at his statement.]
You don't need to apologize. I was the one that prompted you to speak at great length about everything you've set out for us.
[...Wait, that sounds backhanded as hell--]
I did so because I wanted to hear all of that from you. It's clear that these items have a storied history in your family, and hearing everything from the story of how these game into your possession, to the recipes that have been passed down...I feel like I have gotten to know you much better through this.
[And that much is true. Even if, in a way, this proves her point about the nobility clinging to things of old far too much, it's not...bad, really. And Lorenz doesn't need to know what's going on inside of her head.
No, Edelgard will take a sip of that tea all too easily--and she's certainly pleasantly surprised by the taste. Edelgard's only really ever liked one blend of tea, and this reminds her quite a bit of it...]
I had few doubts of this being as delicious as you described, but I must admit...it's better than I could have pictured in my head.
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Edelgard listens, though, very intently and doing her best not to look so taken aback by how much he's talking; it's actually not so bad to hear him launch into an explanation like this because it's clear that he's genuinely passionate about all of this. Sure, it's something that's rather useless in the grand scheme of things; traditions like that won't fix the rotten, irrational world that they live in, but there's something nice in the way he speaks so fondly about everything here.
Maybe it's just the fact that through him, Edelgard is getting a glimpse at what a normal family could have been like. If she grew up like he did, she'd certainly be blind to the suffering of people beneath her, and wrapped in a cashmere blanket of ignorance to the world at large. She wouldn't want to grow up another way, but it's still...
Nice, really, to hear all of that. Edelgard's face settles into a smile once he finishes and pours their tea, and she shakes his head at his statement.]
You don't need to apologize. I was the one that prompted you to speak at great length about everything you've set out for us.
[...Wait, that sounds backhanded as hell--]
I did so because I wanted to hear all of that from you. It's clear that these items have a storied history in your family, and hearing everything from the story of how these game into your possession, to the recipes that have been passed down...I feel like I have gotten to know you much better through this.
[And that much is true. Even if, in a way, this proves her point about the nobility clinging to things of old far too much, it's not...bad, really. And Lorenz doesn't need to know what's going on inside of her head.
No, Edelgard will take a sip of that tea all too easily--and she's certainly pleasantly surprised by the taste. Edelgard's only really ever liked one blend of tea, and this reminds her quite a bit of it...]
I had few doubts of this being as delicious as you described, but I must admit...it's better than I could have pictured in my head.