Luke actually looks to the right like he's expecting someone to leap out and arrest him for Acme crimes. From out of his leather jacket, he pulls... a little packet of skittles, and flashes them.]
[...and leads him to what, at this point, is a well-established Tea Nook, with beanbag seats. there's a plate of sweets, and two cups of literally blood-red tea, steaming.]
[He feels like he's in the Twilight Zone. Actually, when she starts picking skittles up off the floor, and EATING them, he looks around like he thinks people will run out with cameras.
He's being Punk'd?
Lifting the tea, he tastes it with this same energy.]
[With his eyes down, he briefly looks a little... mmm, emotionally constipated? Like he doesn't know if he wants to be, like, "ew gross" about these feelings, or if he wants to be really fond about the memory.
His eyes flicker up finally at her.]
Well? Are they what you hoped they'd taste like?
[She said they were good, but that don't mean nothing.]
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Luke actually looks to the right like he's expecting someone to leap out and arrest him for Acme crimes. From out of his leather jacket, he pulls... a little packet of skittles, and flashes them.]
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she gives the thumbs-up.]
You may enter.
[...and leads him to what, at this point, is a well-established Tea Nook, with beanbag seats. there's a plate of sweets, and two cups of literally blood-red tea, steaming.]
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He heads in after her, glancing around despite probably having been in here before. He is... surprised by the Tea Nook. And the tea. Is that blood?
He takes out the skittle bag as he sits down, placing it by the cups.]
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The deal... is complete.
[she gently rips the bag open.
several skittles escape.
one goes in her tea.
she frowns. :(]
Just a moment.
[she's picking up the skittles from the floor, and eating them as she does.]
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He's being Punk'd?
Lifting the tea, he tastes it with this same energy.]
Just... leave them.
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They're good.
[the tea tastes like... red, somehow. byleth appears to notice his reluctance at least, and adds:]
Hibiscus and rosehip.
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[He lowers the cup to peer into the liquid of it, expression like he's trying to decide if he likes it or not.]
Why this one?
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They're both good.
[as for the tea:]
Your admissions sheet said you were originally from an island, so I thought the hibiscus might suit your tastes...
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It... reminds me of... them.
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she smiles.]
That sounds like a nice memory.
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His eyes flicker up finally at her.]
Well? Are they what you hoped they'd taste like?
[She said they were good, but that don't mean nothing.]
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[she holds up the package, even opened as it is.]
..."Tasted the Rainbow".
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[He groans.]
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Did you used to eat skittles with your childhood friends on the island?
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I only met them once, so I wouldn't really call us friends. The other boy had them with him, and he kept giving them to me and the girl.
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They must have made an impact, to remind you of the tea and shape your wish.