[ Her lips twitch and she finds herself so painfully, beautifully reminded of all these other conversations about radishes and potatoes... But Lan Sizhui can't possibly know, it must be a mere coincidence even if she wants to believe that he somehow knows. ]
Potatoes aren't completely terrible but don't tell anyone I said so. [ She drops the carving knife, hands settling in her lap as she gives up on the pretense of working on her radish. ] Do you... [ She cuts herself off. No, she can't possibly ask anything too personal. Way to come across as creepy or weird when she is just a random stranger to him. ]
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Potatoes aren't completely terrible but don't tell anyone I said so. [ She drops the carving knife, hands settling in her lap as she gives up on the pretense of working on her radish. ] Do you... [ She cuts herself off. No, she can't possibly ask anything too personal. Way to come across as creepy or weird when she is just a random stranger to him. ]