the question makes her look up at him, seemingly a little surprised – why hadn’t she thought about that herself? most of the time fleur tended to bake her own stuff, but candy was nice sometimes too. her stash was beginning to run a little low, finally, so it wouldn’t hurt to stop and grab more.
❝ yeah, i do. ❞ her reply comes fast, before she takes his other question into mind and leans forward a bit, peering into the basket to see what they had. they weren’t here for much, just to grab a few more important things she was starting to run low on, and some stuff for dinner tonight. ❝ we’re not missing much, we shouldn’t have to stay too much longer … ❞
fleur really already knew well what agata wanted, she cooked for him regularly now, after all. she’d only asked to make sure there wasn’t anything extra this time, but if not, they only needed to make a few more stops around the store and then could finally go home. normally by now, even without talking to anyone, she would have been exhausted and dying to go home, but him being here made it easier. somehow.
she was thankful that he wasn’t bringing up the hands thing – he knew better by now, that she would have wanted him to let go of her hand immediately if he’d started teasing. always overly shy, even about simple things like holding hands, she was worried about coming off as clingy, and physical contact just made her nervous sometimes. but slowly, slowly, she was getting better and more comfortable with it. she was just thankful he was being so patient with her.
❝ wait, do you like sweet stuff? we could find something to share. ❞
HE CAUGHT HER WITH THAT ONE, she was pretty simple - minded when it came to the question of sweets. as long as she had something that was able to make her light up in such a precious way was all that mattered to him. agata was no where near as fond of sugary foods as she was, but it didn’t mean that he had to tell her about that. he would much rather just share some snacks with her and not make a big deal out of it -- it wasn’t as if it were so often that it would affect his usual diet anyways. if it made her happy to share something that she liked with him, he could suck it up and just make sure that he worked out a little bit extra the next day so that it wouldn’t become noticeable; normally he preferred to treat himself in other ways, but thankfully he was drinking a bit less often now that he was spending near half of the week at her place.
holding the basket out a little more for her to dig through it, he wasn’t really sure about what was on their list --- when it came to the kitchen, he often left that all to her; more for a lack of knowledge on his part than anything else. not only that, but he also was quite clumsy when in small spaces with someone who was a lot more fragile than himself. they agreed that it was just best if he let her do her own thing for dinner and he would help with the clean - up afterwards.
there was no rush to leave in his mind, considering that she was actually holding his hand out in public for near the first time; he never really knew where her boundaries laid when it came to public displays of affections, but he was going to add this one to his list of things that were okay. ❝ i’ll eat whatever you like, and you know that. ❞ he said, squeezing her hand when he teased her. it wasn’t very like him to refuse a whole lot of food, even if he wasn’t too fond of the taste. she was usually teasing him for being the type to eat any leftovers on her plate, so she should have known that whatever sweets that she wanted, he would eat them regardless of whether they were something he deemed good or not.
it was of no concern to him whether or not fleur came off as clingy, he was usually the one that would lay all over her at the house -- truthfully, in public he really preferred for her to be glued to his side anyways. it was more awful in his eyes for her to continuously get separated from him, than it was for her to hang onto his arm the entire time. at least if there was one thing that they both knew for sure in their relationship, she was absolutely terrible at speaking up for herself. something that they were polar opposites on, really. it was the reason that he was usually the one to speak to the cashiers, order the food at the restaurants, ask the salespersons any questions that she was too shy to ask; it didn’t annoy him either, he much preferred to be useful in such a way. he was long past the fear of talking to strangers.