Hotaru blinks in surprise as she glances around. Compared to her own home, this place is so small... but at the same time it also feels a lot more comforting, warm, and all around lived in. She could grow to like this, and that's before se gets rushed by the rest of the family.
Pardon the astonished almost-deer-in-the-headlights look; it melts away after a heartbeat or two and gets traded out for a small smile.
"Th-Thank you," she manages. "I'm... honored? Pleased?" Those don't feel like quite the right words so she tries out one more. "Happy to be here. Mister Hughes has told me a lot about this place, too.
And quiche sounds nice. I don't think I've ever had it before."
But the person who made it seems so nice, so that has to translate to the food. Maybe. It makes a certain amount of sense to her.
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Date: September 19th, 2015 05:44 pm (UTC)Pardon the astonished almost-deer-in-the-headlights look; it melts away after a heartbeat or two and gets traded out for a small smile.
"Th-Thank you," she manages. "I'm... honored? Pleased?" Those don't feel like quite the right words so she tries out one more. "Happy to be here. Mister Hughes has told me a lot about this place, too.
And quiche sounds nice. I don't think I've ever had it before."
But the person who made it seems so nice, so that has to translate to the food. Maybe. It makes a certain amount of sense to her.