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“Kind sir, the pleasure is entirely mine; to know a good man is good fortune; to know a kind one, a treasure.”

[...it gets easier, falling back into familiar lines, though she’s never actually said them out loud before.]

[This is the kind of thing that makes his heart flutter. To quote favored books, to share an interest like this. It's tender and sweet; who could not adore Bernadetta?]

"If I am to be treasure, then let my noble days go on to enrich you, my lady. I know no other honor than this."

“How wicked I should be, to hoard away such riches. Kind sir, you tempt me too much.”

[Her own heart flutters in turn, for much the same reason. He’s so nice, every time. If she had lingered at the archery field, even just once...]

[Though he loathes to do so, Ashe can't help but break the trend of their shared quotes and memory with a joyful giggle, his forehead gently brushing against Bernadetta's. He smiles warmly, delighted. It's better late than never, to befriend and know her now.]

You're really something special, Bernadetta.

[And he knows he's not the only one to see it.]

[She squeaks, going totally red.

But she doesn’t pull away.]

I, I-I’ve always b-been like this, s-so...

Then it's my fault for not approaching you sooner to know that.

I know I've said it before, but thank you again for giving me a chance.

It’s not like I, uh, gave many people chances, back then.

she peeks at him, point blank, and her soft voice goes softer.]

I’m... really glad you took the chance I was too scared to.

It's been absolutely worth it. I've had nothing but a wonderful time getting to know you.

[Their outing together before had been so fun, and right now he's watched her face light up from the sapling he'd grown, as well as he recounting a mutually loved book. He's lucky to be befriending her.]

Would you be in the mood to have tea with me as well right now?

I... I can't promise you always will. I, uh, I can... I know sometimes I-I'm rather... draining to be around.

[No one says it, but she knows it all the same.]

Oh! Of course. I... I did promise to share my blends with you, didn't I?

When we're in a harder spot, that can be difficult for anyone, but I don't consider that bad. If... I'm around when you really need me, I would consider that an honor before anything else.

[He smiles at her, nodding.]

I'd love that. And on the bright side, I can grow some more for us.

...What's your favorite, Ashe?

[It's easier to focus on that than the tight warmth in her chest.]

Mint, or angelica tea. I have some more of the latter, but I'm less worried now that I can actually grow it myself.

You liked the fruit blends, didn't you?

I do, but mint is calming. I have some, if you'd like it. And, uh, s-some chocolate cookies, maybe?

I certainly wouldn't mind having both mint and cookies.

Thank you, Bernadetta. Is there anything I can do?

You've done plenty already. Just, um, get comfortable while I set things up.

[She gestures to the couch, with its handmade blankets and pillows, and ducks into the kitchen area to start plating and brewing.]

All right, but call for me if change your mind.

[Not that Bernadetta can't manage on her own, but Ashe can't help but be eager to assist. Picking himself up, Ashe goes to sit on the couch, but he does pause to look at the blankets and pillows.

They don't look like they're from around here. Really, the work makes him think that maybe they really are handmade. Did she make these too?

She really is so talented. Does Bernadetta not see that? How is that possible?]

[She sees it, certainly, but it's all too easy for the doubts and second thoughts to creep in, along old channels cut by harsh words, years ago. Surely she's being too full of herself. Surely she's getting ahead of herself. Surely they're just treating her gently, sparing her feelings. Surely, surely, surely.

She manages to brew the tea and plate up the cookies without any of that, though, and ferries them out so she can settle down next to him.]

There we go: tea for two. Not, uh, not quite the Professor's usual spread, from what I remember, but... still pretty good, right?

[Ashe smiles at her fondly.] Of course it is.

[He can't help but feel warm about it, inside and out. Bernadetta is so sweet and kind, so skilled, and he's glad to even just have this: tea for two with delicious looking cookies. As for said cookie, he takes a bite.]

Oh, these cookies are great! Did you make them?

I did, yes.

[She takes a bite of cookie and sips her tea, letting the flavors mingle for a moment.]

I'm, I'm glad you like them. The cocoa here is... it's just so rich, don't you think?

I really do think so. Cocoa was a bit expensive no matter where you went in Fodlan, but here it's so affordable and so good.

You're a really talented person, Bernadetta. [He will tell her! Surely nothing will go wrong with that.]

I know! It's so cheap. Half the time I have to remind myself I don't need to make it stretch, and the other half I have to stop myself from putting it in everything.

[Surely not.

...except she squeaks and goes red, immediately.]

I-I, uh, I wouldn't go that far. I just, um. I-I try my best.

I know exactly what you mean. I'm so used to having to shop smart that I end up having more money left over here than I would have back home.

[She really is just so pretty, even with a blush. Ashe can't help but smile warmly at her.]

Well, I suppose you don't have to agree, but I really do think you're amazing. Your writing was wonderful to read, and your cooking is really tasty. And... if I'm not mistaken, you made some of these blankets, right?

You're doing your best, and I see that. It's really paid off.

I—

[Her gaze darts around, and she half hides behind her teacup, and... and she can only think he's so nice, and he's charmingly handsome, and he likes everything she's shown him so far, no exceptions, and surely he must be being extra nice, except...

Except, she's pretty sure he's being honest, and. Well. That's just.

What does she even do with that?!]

Y... I-I don't, um. I. Wh... why are you so...?!

I hope that's not too much. It's just... I think it's nice to be recognized when you're good at something. I remember being so impressed with Dedue's cooking that he made me feel like an amateur! And every time I'd see Leonie or Ignatz practicing their archery, I thought I couldn't compare. [Sure that might have a lot to do with Ashe's self-esteem problems but we don't have time to unpack that right now.]

I guess what I'm saying is that you deserve to be recognized for the hard work. And I'm really happy you let me see that part of you.

I... I d-don't get it at all!

[Clack, goes her cup, safely on the coffee table so she can whip around and pin him with an accusing finger to the chest, leaning in close. Her cheeks are scarlet, now, and puffed slightly in equal parts bashfulness and suspicion.]

You... you're way too nice! You come, and, and you show me what I was, what I hoped for the most, and you smile with your cute freckles like, like I'm important, a-and, you bat those pretty eyes and you tell me you l-like e-everything, and I'm! I'm just... i-it's just... me.

It's... always just me. Why... why are you that h-happy?

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