[judging from the height of the knock, that's Grell rather than Espio. Well, he didn't expect her quite this early, but he was nevertheless prepared. Thatch takes but a second to spread the red tablecloth on the table and takes the red velvet cake to set on the counter, before opening the door]
My lady.
[he feels the familiar tightness in his chest on seeing her but brushes it aside. Whatever he had felt then. It is in the past--and now he can like her without interference. He steps aside, making a broad sweeping gesture.]
Please, come in...and forgive the audacity. I think I might have went overboard.
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My lady.
[he feels the familiar tightness in his chest on seeing her but brushes it aside. Whatever he had felt then. It is in the past--and now he can like her without interference. He steps aside, making a broad sweeping gesture.]
Please, come in...and forgive the audacity. I think I might have went overboard.