[ The blond let out a snicker, leaning forward with folded arms against the railing. Frankly, it could be about anything, and he would be equally content with simply being able to hear that voice again. ]

Tear, you're being awfully literal about this. [ And yet, it's unlikely for the look in his eyes to be taken for anything else than fondness he no longer even attempts to hide. ] ... Then again, I bet you would still be great at it.

[ Now, before she could potentially take on the challenge (you never know), there was one more thing he wished to add. ]

... I mostly prefer salads and spicy dishes, and there's also this one soup Mother used to make -- [ The smile on his face brightens. ] -- pumpkin with Mandragora roots. My file happened to be fairly accurate about that part.

[ She wouldn't have to be the only one to share the information, after all! ]

Oh, and... sweets, because extra sugar keeps you awake, doesn't it?

[ On a second thought, it's a good thing they didn't go down the singing route, it's awkward enough as it is. ]