OKAY, because I love my new story OH SO MUCH, I'm going to give you all a little taste of it.

To set this part up, they're waiting for dinner, which is by default stew (they're staying at an inn and that's all they serve). She asked him if he likes stew, and he told her it didn't matter because he didn't have any other choices.

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“That’s an excuse. Just because you don’t have a choice doesn’t mean what you think doesn’t matter.” It was a bit of outburst, I knew, but I wasn’t loud about it and I felt like it had to be said.
He looked over at me, eyebrows raised once again in curiosity, but further than before... he was surprised.
“You weren’t really talking about me, were you?” He asked, and I bristled silently at his disregard. He turned back to the window.
“Yes... I like stew.”

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Don't you just LOVE it? What charisma!

Jaeyd