In the back of her head, along the regular bodily functions for "breathing" and "blinking", a part of Elizabetta's brain starts to take notes instantly based off of just that one response to her.
He's receptive to strangers, meaning that he's at least inclined more to manners and not starting up something over nothing. That's good, because, as far as she's concerned, it at least gives her a foot in the door already. Apathy is the hardest opponent in connections between people, after all. Then there's how confident and factual he is about answering her question, even though he doesn't know what it is yet, and he seemed to be considering his choices with the gaze of someone who knew what he was looking for.
Definitely the right person to talk to!
None of this she consciously thinks about as she smiles gratefully up at her new acquaintance. "Oh, thank you so much! My name is Elizabetta Ix, by the way, but just call me Eliza. Now..." With one set of fingers delicately placed against her cheek, she uses her other hand to point down at the vegetables. "Are all of these defanged and freed of any poison sacs, or are we expected to do that ourselves...?"
She's still adjusting to the change in culture, you see, and she couldn't find any posts, signs, or labels indicating as such.
...Dedue may want to rethink his assessment of Eliza as 'normal' for right now.
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He's receptive to strangers, meaning that he's at least inclined more to manners and not starting up something over nothing. That's good, because, as far as she's concerned, it at least gives her a foot in the door already. Apathy is the hardest opponent in connections between people, after all. Then there's how confident and factual he is about answering her question, even though he doesn't know what it is yet, and he seemed to be considering his choices with the gaze of someone who knew what he was looking for.
Definitely the right person to talk to!
None of this she consciously thinks about as she smiles gratefully up at her new acquaintance. "Oh, thank you so much! My name is Elizabetta Ix, by the way, but just call me Eliza. Now..." With one set of fingers delicately placed against her cheek, she uses her other hand to point down at the vegetables. "Are all of these defanged and freed of any poison sacs, or are we expected to do that ourselves...?"
She's still adjusting to the change in culture, you see, and she couldn't find any posts, signs, or labels indicating as such.
...Dedue may want to rethink his assessment of Eliza as 'normal' for right now.