[ While Sylvain has managed to proposition most of the women here in the mess hall, there's one that he has somehow managed to miss. Perhaps because he was focused on different groups at the time, or because Robin has spent more than her fair share of time helping herself to small portions of everything she can. It's really hard to say.
Nevertheless, the silver-haired woman approaches his table, her tray filled with just a little bit of everything, all piled on top of each other. It isn't all for her (well, mostly not for her), since any wise tactician knows to value the bonds forged through war—or through food. ]
Do you mind if I sit here?
[ No pressure, but she runs the risk of something toppling over if she doesn't find somewhere to set her plate down soon. ]
give me the boy (A2)
Nevertheless, the silver-haired woman approaches his table, her tray filled with just a little bit of everything, all piled on top of each other. It isn't all for her (well, mostly not for her), since any wise tactician knows to value the bonds forged through war—or through food. ]
Do you mind if I sit here?
[ No pressure, but she runs the risk of something toppling over if she doesn't find somewhere to set her plate down soon. ]