The seaside tavern that Yatrel picked was abustle, but one girl's focus on the face of a tall 'boy' in a black blazer made the noise of the world fade away. Her prior fury had transformed completely into the determined glint in her mint eyes. She brandished a spoonful of food like a weapon prepared to skewer her fiance.
"I told you I'd be cute. Now, open up."
Pigeon-blue eyes darted nervously between the utensil and the face. It wasn't that she… was not cute. But it was too intense!
"El, I can eat on my-"
A voice that was as sweet as steel broke her attempt to refuse.
"Unh-ah~ I promised I'd be cute for you. And what could be cuter of me than feeding my beloved?"
Across the table, Ondua choked on his drink. He didn't want to see this! Yatrel patted his back, her own expression blended amusement and bewilderment. She wondered if her daughter realized this was the same thing the boy did for her earlier. Was she teasing him by calling it all 'cute'?
