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[humainity]

[ She was right. This man is absolutely a professional (at pancakes, surely nothing else). ]

Woooow...

[ This is not sarcasm or humoring him, she is genuinely in awe at this tiny smorgasbord he just presented her with. ]

... Can I wait for you?

[ Not because she needs moral support or anything, but... everyone had seemed happier back in Japan when she'd seen them eating together. Maybe there's something to be said for that. ]

[lackluster]

[ He's so lucky that Sophia seems easy to pleased, but he is pretty happy to see her light up at the sight of the pancakes. ]

You wanna eat together? Sure, we can do that.

[ Thankfully, making more pancakes aren't time-consuming. It won't be long until he has three pancakes of his own that he'll take to the dining area. ]

Need something to drink?

[ He's checking the fridge for drinks... ]

[humainity]

Ah, I'm okay. Thank you. I don't need beverages.

[ Well, she doesn't need food either, but. New experiences, she can't pass up pancakes. ]

[lackluster]

[ Pancakes are difficult to pass up, especially when they're as cute as how Childe made them. He grabs a can of soda for himself before sitting down. Time to eat. ]

If you're sure. You should tell me how you like these. I want to know what you think.

[ It'd feel bad if she ends up not enjoying the pancakes... ]

[humainity]

[ She is taking a respectable forkful of pancakes to try with the syrup first, and Childe doesn't actually have to worry here, because her face lights up after a few seconds of thoughtful chewing. ]

It's sweet...!