"Hmph, I suppose not." She isn't going to fuss about a crumb. It's not snot. Shaking it clean she starts dabbing at her eyes. Once that's to her satisfaction, she starts dabbing at the front of her clothes.
"You're one of Sephiroth's friends, aren't you?" There's a few clues here. First, a guy that runs a bakery who is not one of the natives. Also, those eyes. Jokes aside, she recognizes the difference between mako eyes and Ancient ones.
Well in that case, she doesn't mind giving out her name. "I'm Gaia."
The teenager doesn't seem to particularly fear the Fae overhearing them. Either she's not aware of the risk or she understands the rule to mean that you don't directly give your true name to the Fae. Overhearing might not count.
She could be wrong. The promise of bread though, isn't entirely missed nor is it unwelcome.
"...Actually that does sounds good. What kind of bread did you bring?"
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"You're one of Sephiroth's friends, aren't you?" There's a few clues here. First, a guy that runs a bakery who is not one of the natives. Also, those eyes. Jokes aside, she recognizes the difference between mako eyes and Ancient ones.
Well in that case, she doesn't mind giving out her name. "I'm Gaia."
The teenager doesn't seem to particularly fear the Fae overhearing them. Either she's not aware of the risk or she understands the rule to mean that you don't directly give your true name to the Fae. Overhearing might not count.
She could be wrong. The promise of bread though, isn't entirely missed nor is it unwelcome.
"...Actually that does sounds good. What kind of bread did you bring?"