"Aru, y'sure y'don't want yours?" Iris asked with an unusual hint of hope and enthusiasm as she munched on a buttermilk biscuit, sipping on her cup of tea shortly after.
Daru didn't respond and watched for two moments, amused at his training partner's antics.
Iris clearly loved sweets. He didn't.
"Yeah, you can have mine." Daru nodded.
Iris' expression brightened instantly.
She then offered him a sincere bow, slowly dragging his plate of biscuits to her side of the table with a hint of embarrassment.
They'd been waiting in this guest room for half an hour already, and Daru would've long lost his patience had Iris not been quite entertaining to watch.
The moment she finished eating, she stood up, heading over to the claw machines at one corner of the room with unusual familiarity, determination, and a suppressed bounce in her steps.
Iris kept Daru amused for another ten minutes before finally, knocks that were neither too loud nor too soft sounded from the luxurious door.
