[ For all that Claude is feeling strange after his sentencing - and he doesn't know why; while he can be deceptive about this and that, he considers himself to be quite honest in spirit, even if it's not to the letter - he doesn't have the heart to cancel the tea party with Sandry after their long correspondence. Besides, he thinks to himself, he can be honest in his earnest appreciation of her company. While they've only written letters back and forth, she's such a sweet, bright young lady, and besides, it's nice to be able to speak with someone who's able to understand a little more about where he comes from.
It's one thing to be a stranger in a strange land. It's another to have to do it again, and again, and again. To that end, Claude sets to recreating a good old fashioned Fodlan tea party to the best of his ability. By the time Sandry shows up, Claude has commandeered one of the public picnic tables and has set up a propertower, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he pops the last biscuit on the top. As he sees Sandry approach, he flaps an energetic hand her way. ]
teatime for sandry
It's one thing to be a stranger in a strange land. It's another to have to do it again, and again, and again. To that end, Claude sets to recreating a good old fashioned Fodlan tea party to the best of his ability. By the time Sandry shows up, Claude has commandeered one of the public picnic tables and has set up a proper tower, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he pops the last biscuit on the top. As he sees Sandry approach, he flaps an energetic hand her way. ]
Over here!