[ He carefully looks over the menu as Dimitri explains. Right. Don't eat too much. That's a tall order for Byleth, and while he doesn't go for the heinous amount he would usually eat, he does definitely end up with several things.
The green tea is a new taste that he finds he quite likes. Sushi has quickly become a top-tier food in his book. It's like watching a slow-motion trainwreck the way he eats. He's not terribly rude but just the sheer volume he can put away and consider that 'moderation' is frightening by most standards.
As he's about to call it quits, he notices a small container at the side of the table.
Huh. What's that? It's green, it must be some kind of seasoning or something. Opening it, it comes with a small spoon inside. Interesting. It has an odd smell he can't quite place. Without any prompting, he takes a generous spoonful of it and just. Pops it in his mouth.
Hm.
... Ah. ]
I see.
[ He says this very calmly, but everything in his body is extremely unhappy right now. His face is bright red, and he's sweating bullets.
He has no choice. He calls on his Divine Pulse.
And nothing happens. Time doesn't stop or reverse, and his whole face is still on fire. He attempts again to the same effect, leaving him awkwardly clutching the table.
So this is it. This is his fate.
Turning to Dimitri, expression unchanging despite it all. ]
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The green tea is a new taste that he finds he quite likes. Sushi has quickly become a top-tier food in his book. It's like watching a slow-motion trainwreck the way he eats. He's not terribly rude but just the sheer volume he can put away and consider that 'moderation' is frightening by most standards.
As he's about to call it quits, he notices a small container at the side of the table.
Huh. What's that? It's green, it must be some kind of seasoning or something. Opening it, it comes with a small spoon inside. Interesting. It has an odd smell he can't quite place. Without any prompting, he takes a generous spoonful of it and just. Pops it in his mouth.
Hm.
... Ah. ]
I see.
[ He says this very calmly, but everything in his body is extremely unhappy right now. His face is bright red, and he's sweating bullets.
He has no choice. He calls on his Divine Pulse.
And nothing happens. Time doesn't stop or reverse, and his whole face is still on fire. He attempts again to the same effect, leaving him awkwardly clutching the table.
So this is it. This is his fate.
Turning to Dimitri, expression unchanging despite it all. ]
I am going to die.