Emet approaches and Byleth just. Takes that all in. Wow. For all his inward amusement, he does not allow it to show even an ounce on the outside. He just keeps munching his onion until the man speaks.
"As do you..." He says, obviously facetious, "Did you play a game then?"
He already knows the answer to that, but Byleth can have his cheeky streak. He's difficult to catch in it. Poor Emet-Selch. Still, somehow Byleth manages to keep his expression flat outside of the usual slight variation.
"Perhaps a fresh onion will help?" He holds out the bag, electing to let Emet choose one of his own should he so desire. "Perhaps we can sit for a while. I could go fetch us something to drink if you'd like?" Despite everything, he does genuinely intend to ease Emet's clear indignation at his situation.
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"As do you..." He says, obviously facetious, "Did you play a game then?"
He already knows the answer to that, but Byleth can have his cheeky streak. He's difficult to catch in it. Poor Emet-Selch. Still, somehow Byleth manages to keep his expression flat outside of the usual slight variation.
"Perhaps a fresh onion will help?" He holds out the bag, electing to let Emet choose one of his own should he so desire. "Perhaps we can sit for a while. I could go fetch us something to drink if you'd like?" Despite everything, he does genuinely intend to ease Emet's clear indignation at his situation.