[ Sylvain's not sure it's actually possible to play any closer attention than he has been. Not that he's going to admit that to Claude either. He's pretty sure the man's ego is well-padded enough.
Although he can't help but chuckle at Claude tossing his words back at him. Yeah, he thought he wasn't all that hard to figure out either, but apparently he'd misjudged how much most people would think to look. When your facade worked a little too well, it wasn't always to your advantage. Sure it served its purpose when he'd needed it to, but realizing it had also worked on the people who were supposed to know him best... That had been a little harder to handle.
But he doesn't have time to think up a comeback because their server returns with a large tray of food, setting out each dish on the table before them. Sylvain's gaze flits from one option to the next, taking in what each one is - and what each of them resemble. Son of a bitch.
He doesn't say anything until the server departs and Claude sits there grinning at him with his typical ease. He jabs his fork in the other man's direction once more. ]
Now you're just trying to show off.
[ Because yeah. Each sample sitting before them resembled one of Sylvain's favorite dishes from back at the Monastery. Ones he'd never realized anyone had paid close enough attention to, to pick up on. ]
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Although he can't help but chuckle at Claude tossing his words back at him. Yeah, he thought he wasn't all that hard to figure out either, but apparently he'd misjudged how much most people would think to look. When your facade worked a little too well, it wasn't always to your advantage. Sure it served its purpose when he'd needed it to, but realizing it had also worked on the people who were supposed to know him best... That had been a little harder to handle.
But he doesn't have time to think up a comeback because their server returns with a large tray of food, setting out each dish on the table before them. Sylvain's gaze flits from one option to the next, taking in what each one is - and what each of them resemble. Son of a bitch.
He doesn't say anything until the server departs and Claude sits there grinning at him with his typical ease. He jabs his fork in the other man's direction once more. ]
Now you're just trying to show off.
[ Because yeah. Each sample sitting before them resembled one of Sylvain's favorite dishes from back at the Monastery. Ones he'd never realized anyone had paid close enough attention to, to pick up on. ]