Hibiki sniffs with an approving nod of her head at Ginia's efforts for the sake of The Aesthetic. Accepting the fork, she turns to her volunteer, one hand cupped under the treat to keep crumbs from dropping.
"Now, say 'aah'," she instructs, that empty hand tipping up the girl's chin. "Qu'ils mangent de la brioche."
Whether the cake is actually any good or not.....remains unclear. The girl is all but glittering with delight before Hibiki even gets the fork between her lips. And once she does, there is squealing. There is "mmmm"-ing. There is clutching of cheeks, unable to bear how delicious this cake is (or seems due to the presentation).
Hibiki withdraws, satisfied, and drops the fork on a platter that rolls by courtesy of a forward-thinking goat. She watches the girl all but begin foaming at the mouth in delight, and decrees: "It suffices."
i'm going to hell for this joke. or maybe hibiki is. but i. i had to.
"Now, say 'aah'," she instructs, that empty hand tipping up the girl's chin. "Qu'ils mangent de la brioche."
Whether the cake is actually any good or not.....remains unclear. The girl is all but glittering with delight before Hibiki even gets the fork between her lips. And once she does, there is squealing. There is "mmmm"-ing. There is clutching of cheeks, unable to bear how delicious this cake is (or seems due to the presentation).
Hibiki withdraws, satisfied, and drops the fork on a platter that rolls by courtesy of a forward-thinking goat. She watches the girl all but begin foaming at the mouth in delight, and decrees: "It suffices."