[Ah. That would explain quite a bit as to why Balthus also detests gardening. It doesn't feel like they have anything in common at all, but that doesn't make this unpleasant. Only that Dedue evidently struggles to talk about anything remotely uplifting, apparently.]
Understood.
[He goes to pay attention to the contents of his tankard, to finish it off. It makes him think faintly of the meads that they would brew in Duscur. Nothing is ever really close, but it's a nice memory.]
no subject
Understood.
[He goes to pay attention to the contents of his tankard, to finish it off. It makes him think faintly of the meads that they would brew in Duscur. Nothing is ever really close, but it's a nice memory.]
I don't like cheese.
[As if that's any consolation. Or related.]