Well, I always just want to be helpful. I don't see what the big deal is. [Although Somnus has had a similar reaction, admittedly. He always hesitates whenever Aerith extends such an offer or anything similar to it. She can only assume that it's a polite sort of reaction. She's simply not traditional enough. At least Balthier doesn't outright sound insulted by it.]
I do have a lot of plants, but I'm pretty sure they're harmless. I haven't been eaten yet, after all. You might be a snack, but I'm pretty sure you're safe.
[Oh. Yeah. There it is again. That Somnus kind of deal. Aerith considers for just a moment that maybe even with Balthier she ought to be a little careful about what she says. She loves to push and prod. Offend, maybe not so much.
When he addresses her little description of him, she grins.]
A snack. Means you're tasty! You know, you look tasty!
Well, it's not that. I'll—uhm—I'll keep that in mind. I'll try to, anyway. [No promises there.]
And I didn't say that either. I stand by my original idea. You're cute. Handsome, if you want to get fancy. But if I was putting you next to a cake, one of those things I'd eat and it probably wouldn't be you.
[Because let's be real, Balthier's dry wit would make for a rather poor cake. He'd make a great lemon bar, though.]
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You know, that's not the first time you've invited me back to your place of residence.
[He doesn't seem as concerned about how it might appear this time, at least— they're rather beyond that, he thinks.]
As for safety, I suppose that depends. Your plants rather have the run of the place, yes? Any of them man-eating?
[He's all Rafflesia'd out for one lifetime.]
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I do have a lot of plants, but I'm pretty sure they're harmless. I haven't been eaten yet, after all. You might be a snack, but I'm pretty sure you're safe.
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[There's a dismissive little wave to go with that casual tone. Although—]
Excuse me, I'm a what?
[What does that even mean, Aerith?]
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[Oh. Yeah. There it is again. That Somnus kind of deal. Aerith considers for just a moment that maybe even with Balthier she ought to be a little careful about what she says. She loves to push and prod. Offend, maybe not so much.
When he addresses her little description of him, she grins.]
A snack. Means you're tasty! You know, you look tasty!
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[They're not in Ivalice, after all.
He takes half a beat to consider her answer, and his smirk is clearly audible in his response.]
I see. A feast for the eyes, one might say. I'm hardly inclined to disagree.
[He is a legit snack.]
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And I didn't say that either. I stand by my original idea. You're cute. Handsome, if you want to get fancy. But if I was putting you next to a cake, one of those things I'd eat and it probably wouldn't be you.
[Because let's be real, Balthier's dry wit would make for a rather poor cake. He'd make a great lemon bar, though.]
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['Handsome,' he'll certainly take— that's far more to his tastes.]
That hardly seems a fair comparison, besides. A cake isn't a snack, it's dessert— an entirely different category.
[LET HIM HAVE THIS]
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[There's some moments of pause before she continues.]
Pretty sure I snack on cakes. Therefore, cake's a snack, too. But are you tastier than a cake? I'm going to have to lick you to find out.
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All the same, he chuckles.]
You win this round, I think. I forfeit.
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[And not deliver.]
For today, I'll gracefully take my winnings!
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[In this particular instance, without being crass. That's a line he prefers not to cross.]
Enjoy your victory while it lasts— I'll not be caught unawares, next time.
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[Imagine Aerith sticking out her tongue because that's exactly what she's doing.]
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Suppose we'll just see about that, won't we?
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