"Eh, seemed crass to ask about the other thing rabbits do in public." His good eye is bright with amusement, though, as they approach the front of the line. Humans have hang-ups about discussing sex, he's learned that much in the last decade of living among them.
Balthier shrugs somewhat carelessly. Of all things to be so reluctant to share, he's quite sure something so minor isn't even worth consideration. Then again he'd much rather a chance to play word games and perhaps flirt at length.
"Oh, nothing too particular," For now, he'll let the subject be changed. He might be lying just now, which he proves out rather quickly. "Spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, ginger, a proper dollop of whipped cream--as one does."
Bull laughs quietly when Balthier makes his order. He should have suspected something extravagant, but that was-- interesting. It sounds good, though. He adds his orders and pays the person that has to make all of them with quiet gratitude.
"Nothing too particular," he echoes as he looks down at Balthier. The ears really are quite fetching. Bull studies the young man and he feels the urge to keep him close. He can't shake it.
"Does this mean you're going to come along for the delivery, or are you going to take your cocoa and run?"
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"You have any preferences for your cocoa?"
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"Oh, nothing too particular," For now, he'll let the subject be changed. He might be lying just now, which he proves out rather quickly. "Spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, ginger, a proper dollop of whipped cream--as one does."
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"Nothing too particular," he echoes as he looks down at Balthier. The ears really are quite fetching. Bull studies the young man and he feels the urge to keep him close. He can't shake it.
"Does this mean you're going to come along for the delivery, or are you going to take your cocoa and run?"