[ Vincent's gaze shifts from Cloud's face to the plate in hand. Then back to the blond's expression. ]
...Huh. Now that is a neat trick.
[ The Admiral being able to conjure up a Nibelheim mural was one thing, but nabbing Cloud's mom's cake? That's damned impressive. But rather than take the offering in hand, Vincent sets himself in motion, cloak swirling as he moves to the kitchen. ]
Mind putting it on the table?
[ But this time it isn't the weird lack of qualities one might expect in a host. Gun maintenance means gun oil, powder residue and the like. Both of his hands were already bare and he needs to to more than wipe them clean with a towel as he did before answering the door. In any case that'll be pretty obvious when water is turned on and soap procured. ]
Hm. I suppose an anonymous gift was pointless.
[ Hands are dried, a fork is fetched. And that comment was probably a conversation to continue the one that happened the day before. ]
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...Huh. Now that is a neat trick.
[ The Admiral being able to conjure up a Nibelheim mural was one thing, but nabbing Cloud's mom's cake? That's damned impressive. But rather than take the offering in hand, Vincent sets himself in motion, cloak swirling as he moves to the kitchen. ]
Mind putting it on the table?
[ But this time it isn't the weird lack of qualities one might expect in a host. Gun maintenance means gun oil, powder residue and the like. Both of his hands were already bare and he needs to to more than wipe them clean with a towel as he did before answering the door. In any case that'll be pretty obvious when water is turned on and soap procured. ]
Hm. I suppose an anonymous gift was pointless.
[ Hands are dried, a fork is fetched. And that comment was probably a conversation to continue the one that happened the day before. ]