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[neversmall]

"You've reached Nina."

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[trassel]

[ — for many, many things, that burn in his eyes for a moment. He blinks, then smiles softly. ]

Let us break bread together.

[neversmall]

[ Nina shifts her grip to twine her fingers through his in response to that look in his eye that, yes, she had been hoping to induce. It's a bold move that hides the fragile, yet overwhelming happiness she feels at seeing it. ]

Let us hope there's bread! [ A quick grin. ] If not, I'll settle for sharing whatever they have with you.