[Irhya waits expectantly, still smiling a bit too sweetly, eying him a bit too closely. There's nothing unusual in the hot chocolate itself, of course; it's probably gone a little to the lukewarm side since she gave it to him, but nothing's out of place.
It's the mild excitement building up to it that seems suspect, something that feeds only faintly through the line. Anticipation, even a dash of nerves. She's not unaware of the fact he's probably picking up on it even without the emotional link, but it does not seem to deter her any.]
It's not as good if it's cold. Come on, now. You act like you've never had it before.
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It's the mild excitement building up to it that seems suspect, something that feeds only faintly through the line. Anticipation, even a dash of nerves. She's not unaware of the fact he's probably picking up on it even without the emotional link, but it does not seem to deter her any.]
It's not as good if it's cold. Come on, now. You act like you've never had it before.