Hm? [She acts like the question has entirely caught her off guard. After all, she has almost everything she wants right within the confines of this room. It's hard to imagine being so starved for comfort that she'd deny her sweet little sister.]
I have everything I could possibly need, don't I?
[She nibbles on a shortbread cookie, delighted by how it almost melts in her mouth. It was certainly made with love. She'd tasted so many delicacies but anything Amane made would certainly be better, to her. And just just because Amane worked so hard to make them perfect.]
I'm very comfortable, Amane. Here, here, share with me. These are delightful.
[She could praise Amane's cooking without necessarily saying it was hers. It was the truth, after all. Camilla offers a cookie, very clearly expecting Amane to pluck it from her hand with her lips.]
[She wonders if her sister knows she made them or not, but it almost doesn't matter, because warmth and colour touches her cheeks at hearing her praise.
Everything Camilla does seems so effortlessly graceful and perfect...Amane is always looking to her as her role model, and when she takes a bite of that cookie, she watches her sister not spill a single crumb in spite of the crumbly nature of shortbread.
She...has a beautiful mouth, now that she's paying attention, but of course, she does--all of her is beautiful--but her mouth is lush and full, lovely for smiling, wonderful for kissing. She very rarely asks for the latter--she barely has to--but her sister's kisses are always so warm and soft...
Where was she, ah yes. Oh! Camilla offers her a cookie and while Amane would prefer t accept it more gracefully under other circumstances, it's also food? It's food. Few things make her...not forget herself entirely, but become laxer, and food is one of them. She isn't about to fuss about eating one cookie like this, and she bends over to take it away with her teeth.]
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I have everything I could possibly need, don't I?
[She nibbles on a shortbread cookie, delighted by how it almost melts in her mouth. It was certainly made with love. She'd tasted so many delicacies but anything Amane made would certainly be better, to her. And just just because Amane worked so hard to make them perfect.]
I'm very comfortable, Amane. Here, here, share with me. These are delightful.
[She could praise Amane's cooking without necessarily saying it was hers. It was the truth, after all. Camilla offers a cookie, very clearly expecting Amane to pluck it from her hand with her lips.]
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[She wonders if her sister knows she made them or not, but it almost doesn't matter, because warmth and colour touches her cheeks at hearing her praise.
Everything Camilla does seems so effortlessly graceful and perfect...Amane is always looking to her as her role model, and when she takes a bite of that cookie, she watches her sister not spill a single crumb in spite of the crumbly nature of shortbread.
She...has a beautiful mouth, now that she's paying attention, but of course, she does--all of her is beautiful--but her mouth is lush and full, lovely for smiling, wonderful for kissing. She very rarely asks for the latter--she barely has to--but her sister's kisses are always so warm and soft...
Where was she, ah yes. Oh! Camilla offers her a cookie and while Amane would prefer t accept it more gracefully under other circumstances, it's also food? It's food. Few things make her...not forget herself entirely, but become laxer, and food is one of them. She isn't about to fuss about eating one cookie like this, and she bends over to take it away with her teeth.]