[ When Dion lifts himself to straighten back up again, Joshua shifts to allow it, as reluctant as he is to let that warmth go. But Dion is right, they do have flowers to finish planting. So, he moves to retrieve the seed sachet, watching as Dion carves out the next hole.
And Joshua parts his lips to speak, to respond that they don't have to have anything planned, that he would be more than happy to just spend time with him however he feels comfortable.
But stops as soon as Dion utters the words "sugar beet".
Nearly immediately, he sighs, tilting his head up to look at the sky. ]
By the Founder, Clive.
[ It's little more than a soft grumble, but despite that, his shoulders gently shake in quiet laughter. By the Flames, his brother had given Dion advice and here Dion is, taking it entirely to heart. ]
A sugar beet... won't be necessary, I'm afraid. Clive likes to liken me to a chocobo. But I would be glad to have tea, or... perhaps we could have dinner?
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And Joshua parts his lips to speak, to respond that they don't have to have anything planned, that he would be more than happy to just spend time with him however he feels comfortable.
But stops as soon as Dion utters the words "sugar beet".
Nearly immediately, he sighs, tilting his head up to look at the sky. ]
By the Founder, Clive.
[ It's little more than a soft grumble, but despite that, his shoulders gently shake in quiet laughter. By the Flames, his brother had given Dion advice and here Dion is, taking it entirely to heart. ]
A sugar beet... won't be necessary, I'm afraid. Clive likes to liken me to a chocobo. But I would be glad to have tea, or... perhaps we could have dinner?