[The rest of her brain comes back online when Adrien announces tea - for a few moments there, her focus had narrowed to the contents of the book. It's in Coptic, she thinks, although she has no idea how she knows that, or how she came to learn to read it. Actually, how does she know it wasn't her first language? What is the deal here?
Anyway, the tea. The moment she looks up, the smell of warm apple and nutmeg overwhelms her senses. Her stomach takes that as its cue to reestablish itself in her memory with an almighty gurgle. Sypha sets the book aside and reaches to take a portion of food and drink off Adrien's hands.] That smells amazing. I can't remember the last time I had baked apple!
[She feels wholly entitled to a shitty little pun, right now]
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Anyway, the tea. The moment she looks up, the smell of warm apple and nutmeg overwhelms her senses. Her stomach takes that as its cue to reestablish itself in her memory with an almighty gurgle. Sypha sets the book aside and reaches to take a portion of food and drink off Adrien's hands.] That smells amazing. I can't remember the last time I had baked apple!
[She feels wholly entitled to a shitty little pun, right now]