He is very aware of her leg and he is stubbornly not looking, even though the temptation is there. He's not about to do that to her.
Cassian lifts up the tray and shoots her a little bit of a look before he settles back down next to her on the couch. He stays just as straight and composed. "The color would suit me, but I'm afraid it's probably too small."
"It would be a bit snug, I suppose, but that is what the corset is for, isn't it? Squeeze it all in." He's right though, the color would suit him. The pale blue is almost the exact shade of her pale skin, though Jyn is more of a rosy pale, but on Cassian it would make his tan skin practically glow.
Maybe she just wants everyone else to suffer the same discomfort as her. She'd gotten used to pants.
He cares. So he does not look, because his self control is most excellent.
"I'd be more concerned about the shoulders. It'd have to be fitted." He's much broader than she is too, ok.
The blue doesn't wash out Jyn completely, but it is kind of too light for her. They should have given her a darker blue, if they were determined to stick to blues and whites.
"The off the shoulder look would be quite fetching on you." Ah yes, Jyn is back to being forward, which is a good sign, at least.
The soup is still too hot to eat, but she lifts it up to sip at the broth anyway, closing her eyes as the warmth spreads through her almost immediately. It's mild and a bit bland, but she knows that is what her body needs right now so she will suck it up.
Besides, they have a dinner later, she can overindulge and make herself sick then.
He takes it as a good sign, even at his own expense. "Even if the material is torn and not sewn that way? "
Cassian stirs his own soup, scooping up a tiny bit of the broth in his spoon. He blows on it, then sips it, wrinkling his nose a bit because it's still ridiculously hot. He drops his voice, so their guest outside won't hear. "It makes me wonder just how hot K2 asked them to boil it."
As for K2. "Perhaps he was hoping it would scald my throat and you would have a silent wife. Or maybe he wanted you to stop promising me Fest would be different from Alderaan."
So many options, really. Maybe he just didn't want it to get cold on his walk to bring it to him and he'd noticed Jyn has eschew shoes and needed the warm up and was being nice but that seems far more unlikely that being a butthead.
The back of his neck goes faintly red, and it serves as a reminder that he'll probably need to practice having zero reactions to her occasional too-flirty statements. It can't really be real, so he takes it mostly as her trying to get a rise of some sort out of him.
"Too many tears would make it far too cold for the weather." He gives himself a second to sip more of the broth. "Even K2 knows Fest is different. Mine is just as hot, so unless he's trying to burn my throat as well, we can cross that theory off too. He probably just wanted to make sure it stayed warm, but he's a terrible judge on these things."
There's a hint of satisfaction that he barely reacts to her, the lack of reaction is it's own reaction and Jyn basks in it, half smirking against the rim of her bowl as she gives it another sip.
Sure, it's hot enough to burn, but it's still so good she doesn't even care.
She looks up at him over the bowl, thoughtful. He's not as terrible as she'd imagined and he seems to be trying awfully hard to make this as easy on the both of them as he possibly can. It's... nice, which is a strange change of pace she isn't used to. "If you say so."
There is going to be a lot of pomp and circumstance in the following days and she's content to bask in the quiet for now, sipping her soup silently and steeling herself for dinner.
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Cassian lifts up the tray and shoots her a little bit of a look before he settles back down next to her on the couch. He stays just as straight and composed. "The color would suit me, but I'm afraid it's probably too small."
She is not his size at all!
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"It would be a bit snug, I suppose, but that is what the corset is for, isn't it? Squeeze it all in." He's right though, the color would suit him. The pale blue is almost the exact shade of her pale skin, though Jyn is more of a rosy pale, but on Cassian it would make his tan skin practically glow.
Maybe she just wants everyone else to suffer the same discomfort as her. She'd gotten used to pants.
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"I'd be more concerned about the shoulders. It'd have to be fitted." He's much broader than she is too, ok.
The blue doesn't wash out Jyn completely, but it is kind of too light for her. They should have given her a darker blue, if they were determined to stick to blues and whites.
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The soup is still too hot to eat, but she lifts it up to sip at the broth anyway, closing her eyes as the warmth spreads through her almost immediately. It's mild and a bit bland, but she knows that is what her body needs right now so she will suck it up.
Besides, they have a dinner later, she can overindulge and make herself sick then.
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Cassian stirs his own soup, scooping up a tiny bit of the broth in his spoon. He blows on it, then sips it, wrinkling his nose a bit because it's still ridiculously hot. He drops his voice, so their guest outside won't hear. "It makes me wonder just how hot K2 asked them to boil it."
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As for K2. "Perhaps he was hoping it would scald my throat and you would have a silent wife. Or maybe he wanted you to stop promising me Fest would be different from Alderaan."
So many options, really. Maybe he just didn't want it to get cold on his walk to bring it to him and he'd noticed Jyn has eschew shoes and needed the warm up and was being nice but that seems far more unlikely that being a butthead.
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"Too many tears would make it far too cold for the weather." He gives himself a second to sip more of the broth. "Even K2 knows Fest is different. Mine is just as hot, so unless he's trying to burn my throat as well, we can cross that theory off too. He probably just wanted to make sure it stayed warm, but he's a terrible judge on these things."
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Sure, it's hot enough to burn, but it's still so good she doesn't even care.
She looks up at him over the bowl, thoughtful. He's not as terrible as she'd imagined and he seems to be trying awfully hard to make this as easy on the both of them as he possibly can. It's... nice, which is a strange change of pace she isn't used to. "If you say so."
There is going to be a lot of pomp and circumstance in the following days and she's content to bask in the quiet for now, sipping her soup silently and steeling herself for dinner.
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