it’s surreal to think that each individual sphere would hold such a myriad of objects or activities; how that comes to be, freyja hasn’t the faintest idea. nonetheless, she never hesitates to use - though she prefers the term borrow out of necessity - to use some of the decoration: a blanket here, a fire’s warmth there, a sweater once. however, this time, as she enters the warmth of the sphere, she finds herself surrounded by the sweet aroma of cookies. while she would never be tempted by such treats otherwise, she can’t recall her last meal & her stomach rumbles uncharacteristically loud - enough to justify that she’ll take just one.
... alright, so perhaps that may have been more than one; in fact, when she hears footsteps resonating behind her & she spins around from the sudden noise, she’s mid-bite into her fourth treat. an embarrassing sight normally for the princess-turned-retainer; it’s even more so when she realizes just who has stumbled upon her gluttony.
“ r --- rawsrow ! ” her mouth is unable to say his name properly, still filled with the taste of sugar-coated confections. face flushing from humiliation, she holds a hand to her lips, chewing quickly though thoroughly & swallows, before attempting to speak once more. “ laslow, this isn’t --- i wouldn’t --- ” her hands try to gesticulate by swaying back and forth, as if to deny her partaking of the sweets; but by now, it’s far too late to rejection the notion, given that he’s already seen her eat one. by the gods, how embarrassing this is. certainly, she wouldn’t mind going back in time once more to avoid this messy situation. “ that is to say --- they were there & i was quite famished; i --- i would never willingly take food unless i absolutely needed to --- ! ” // @dancing-duelist
