[ It probably hadn’t helped that Xander had managed to cultivate such a dispassionate aura in the Nohrian court. Even Camilla would’ve had a difficult time determining his own likes and dislikes from those that he’d had to make a pretense to at court. So he watches her face with a thoughtful smile. He knows that her retainer had gone through a great deal of trouble for this picnic, even though he’d had help from Peri, who had managed to behave herself for her liege’s sake. ]
Does it matter? I would eat anything off your hands, even if I know it to be poison. [ Deliberately being dense—the quirkiness of their little ragtag world-saving army has rubbed off on him, it seems. ]
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Does it matter? I would eat anything off your hands, even if I know it to be poison. [ Deliberately being dense—the quirkiness of their little ragtag world-saving army has rubbed off on him, it seems. ]