[Yasu's never had one before, but she appreciates the gesture.
(It reminds her of baked chocolate chip cookies, somehow. A warmth, hidden behind the awkward gesture.)
In her curiosity, she forgets to cry for a moment as she sips. Even with how hot the milk is, she lets out a content sigh, some of the tension draining from her shoulder.]
This is good... and, um. Don't worry about it. I- I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to drink wine anyways.
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[Yasu's never had one before, but she appreciates the gesture.
(It reminds her of baked chocolate chip cookies, somehow. A warmth, hidden behind the awkward gesture.)
In her curiosity, she forgets to cry for a moment as she sips. Even with how hot the milk is, she lets out a content sigh, some of the tension draining from her shoulder.]
This is good... and, um. Don't worry about it. I- I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to drink wine anyways.
Thank you, Thomasin.