[ She blinks as she hands the cookies to Gladio, confused by what she may have done, but ultimately decides it doesn't matter. More pressing is the matter of where to seat herself...
By the time Tony addresses her, Era has yet to move, uncertain of where to sit. ]
Ah— I have real fruit, in my garden. Just pomegranates and caelumfruit, but it's enough for desserts. [ Her hands move as she speaks, accentuating her words with vague gestures. ] I made apple-pomegranate oatmeal cookies — free of added sugar, and low in fat. The green ones are matcha cookies, with a bit of vanilla. They've more fat than the others, and have minimal sugar.
[ Era draws her hands back in, wringing them together. Absentmindedly, she begins pick at a loose scale on the back of her hand. ]
If they'll otherwise go to waste I can find use for them.
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By the time Tony addresses her, Era has yet to move, uncertain of where to sit. ]
Ah— I have real fruit, in my garden. Just pomegranates and caelumfruit, but it's enough for desserts. [ Her hands move as she speaks, accentuating her words with vague gestures. ] I made apple-pomegranate oatmeal cookies — free of added sugar, and low in fat. The green ones are matcha cookies, with a bit of vanilla. They've more fat than the others, and have minimal sugar.
[ Era draws her hands back in, wringing them together. Absentmindedly, she begins pick at a loose scale on the back of her hand. ]
If they'll otherwise go to waste I can find use for them.