maybe it's coincidence when the endministrator approaches in sheepish nature, with an arm raised to the back of their head &. another clutching at something suspiciously behind their back . it doesn't take a genius to figure it out of course, given the holiday recently, but perhaps the exact choice of gift will find her approval . 'tis no frivolous heart shaped, or hells forbid decorated, container, picked off the wall as the first thing in sight, but instead a surprisingly neutrally - colored package . only really celebrating valentines day in the slightly more red tone of the backdrop and a very clear, stark yellow triangle at the edge stating a ' valentines limited flavor ' .
they are, quite clearly, the chocolate wafer figures the endministrator ... so cruelly plucked from her dessert, shall we say. a pack— nope, make that two actually, trays of them . these particularly, while still mainly chocolate, have a layer of strawberry filling between an apparently bifuricated version of just the regular wafers . " ... uh . so ... sorry, about the other day . i got caught up listening to you . didn't even think before i acted . hope this pays for it laevatain— in full and some interest too, actually . "
With memories being unreliable by experience, and most of hers being shards and fragments from an old home no longer her own, Laevatain hasn't exactly bothered with what to her were, at least initially, the more menial things, slightly more urgent matters of her own to handle before bothering to commit to memory holidays and other local celebrations, let alone making it a habit of keeping track of the dates passing by in her stubborn search. To put it simply, she doesn't think about whatever date may have just passed, and doesn't bother to check by the time she's finally returning to the Dijiang once her most recent trip is concluded.
Laevatain is nearly bouncing on her steps as she makes her way through the ship's open spaces, returning greetings in kind, dropping off souvenirs at operators' desks and workspaces, waving off the unsurprising requests to test either her flames or her arts unit, already as busy as she can be— just what she wanted out of a home to call her own, huh? And it's when she's ready to turn towards the kitchen area to find her ice cream stash that she's stopped in her steps, curious look and fiery eyes just a little brighter now.
"Hey— missed me that much already?" Well, at least they've found her in a good mood, right? And it doesn't fade as she's presented with the box, blinking, a tilt of her head the only expression of her faint confusion, yet accepting it and studying it a little closer nonetheless. Valentine edition...? Ah, it was already that time of the year, wasn't it? She is certainly no stranger to finding herself on the receiving end of gifts, always more touched than she'd like to admit, smile on her lips now turning warmer, just a smidge, that little bit only those closer to her are allowed to see, but before she can offer her earnest thanks for the thought—
"The other day...?" Oh, right, the day her treat had been oh so cruelly stolen from her, and in the middle of her retelling, no less. Laevatain huffs, yet it hardly can mask the grin, more entertained than she should be. "I suppose I can forgive you for that offense. Don't worry, I'm not setting your precious piles of reports on fire." She certainly won't admit almost forgetting about the incident entirely until it was brought up now. Or how she had been actually pretty alright with letting it slide after cooling off enough and reminding herself there would be more treats to be had, the memory was more important. She still has an image to maintain!
"C'mon, it's time for you to take a break— and since I'm feeling generous today, I'll even let you have some of my ice cream. Consider it a late Valentine's gift, okay?" Well, it seems the Endmin will live to see another day, after all.