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[ Pfft. The corners of her mouth twitch up a little. ]

Yeah, I can't imagine it does...

[ So she eats some with a cracker herself. As the taste isn't as jarring for her, she raises an eyebrow. ] I don't think it's bad at all. Pretty good, actually. You don't like it?

Umh. [he swallows, grimacing.] Not...I mean...the squares are better...[his head ducks a little.] Sorry.

Martin, you don't have to apologize for having opinions. Seriously, just- remember that next time you like or don't like something. Alright?

[ She's said it before, but she still wants to make sure he knows it. Even if it's about cheese. She puts brie on another cracker. ]

Go ahead and try whatever you want. I got it for you, after all.

[and so he does. carefully, methodically -- the Martin way of things. instead of allowing himself be overwhelmed with choice, he narrows his scope to whatever's closest, asking what it is before picking at it. the repetition doesn't bother him -- in fact, he prefers it. same with knitting. same with study. same with most anything: the more safe and cozy he can get into a pattern, the better things tend to go.

but just before he's gotten to the last offering, he hesitates, because his stomach makes a cautionary sound, rather loudly. he flushes, retracting his hand, mouth twitching into an embarrassed smile.]

Um, I...I think I'm full up for now...

[ Cassandra had just kept an eye on him as he kept going, noticing the patterns. That makes sense for Martin, doesn't it? That kind of meticulousness. He finds comfort in it, maybe.

She finds comfort in patterns, too, now that she thinks about it.

She hadn't eaten much watching him, so she's not feeling the same as he does. But it's getting late, isn't it. ]

Yeah, that's fine. We can put the rest away... [ She looks around the counter for the lid and finds it, securing the platter. ] You know you should probably get into bed soon.

R...right...

[he lingers at the table as she puts the cheeses away, scratching at his shoulder. it's easier to sleep with a full belly -- even an uncomfortably full one.

sheepishly, while her back's still to him:]

...Thank you. This was...it's nice. The present.

[ Aw. She'd actually forgotten Martin hadn't thanked her completely yet, and hadn't really cared. It'd just been nice to see him enjoying something. It's still a new feeling, but she's growing to consider it something to work for. ]

I thought you'd like it. And- don't worry about getting me anything. You're not old enough to be stressing about that shit yet.

[ He's not old enough to be stressing about much of anything. That said...she turns, glancing at the clock over the stove. ] I should also probably sleep, huh.

Yes. Rex will be awake soon, and I don't...think he'd like seeing everyone else awake, too. [he smiles meekly, making his way toward the stairs.

peeking back over his shoulder:] Goodnight, Cassandra.

No, he wouldn't. [ Cassandra rolls her eyes, but affectionately, if that's possible. He wouldn't, would he. They might as well get in bed just to avoid Rex's angry stare.

So she waves him off, trying to figure out how she could even get to sleep after all that. Whatever. It's worthwhile. ]

Goodnight, Martin.

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