[ Busy with her question about the food, Aerith doesn't immediately notice the pensive way that Rufus's attention wanders from her; hearing the noncommittal hum as an answer in the affirmative, she takes a bite from the quiche, making her own small sound of approval at its taste, rich with cheese and sharp with something smoked, the flaky pastry the perfect accompaniment to the medley of flavors.
She doesn't realize that, amongst the flavors, is something dangerous and undetectable. It will take its time to work its way into her system, but the damage has been done with that one bite alone.
It's not as bad as it could potentially be, of course; she's still holding half of the offending food in her hand though when she does notice that Rufus seems distracted. Nudging him lightly with her other arm, she tilts her head, searching his face. ]
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She doesn't realize that, amongst the flavors, is something dangerous and undetectable. It will take its time to work its way into her system, but the damage has been done with that one bite alone.
It's not as bad as it could potentially be, of course; she's still holding half of the offending food in her hand though when she does notice that Rufus seems distracted. Nudging him lightly with her other arm, she tilts her head, searching his face. ]
Hey... are you alright?