Sweet Treats
“ Oh Lysithea!” Lorenz sung as he looked for the younger girl. Lysithea had previously excused herself quite suspiciously from Dinner, with a bundle of things hidden under her shirt. Lorenz was eager to find out what the girl was hiding. The white-haired teen was sat under an empty dinner table, using the cloth as a barrier.
“O-“ Lysithea yelped, the sweets shoved in her mouth made her voice muffled.
“Oh my Darling Lysithea!” Lorenz continued to sing, his voice growing in frequency. His foot steps echoed throughout the dining hall, attempting to find where Lysithea hid.
“Hey Lorenz?” Claude’s voice reached Lorenz’s ears, making him internally cringe.
“Claude do not ruin my mome-“ Claude cut Lorenz off, not wanting to hear what he had to say. “ Can you do us all a favor and sing more quietly? Your singing is like nails to a chalk board.”
Lorenz scoffed, completely ignoring Claude’s pleads and continued singing. “ Lysitheaaaaa!”
“ C-Coming!” Lysithea began to chew her sugary treats quicker, biting her tongue in the process. “ SHIT!” Lysithea exclaimed rather loudly, almost choking on her food as she did.
Lorenz paused at table. He lifted the silk cloth up revealing Lysithea sat impatiently attempting to chew rather fast. “ You do know, that language is prohibited in my presence.”
Lysithea squealed in surprise, startled by Lorenz’s sudden appearance. “ Lorenz! Don’t scare me like that.” She covered a hand over her face in an attempt to make her eating less noticeable.
“My apologies, “ Lorenz frowned, cocking his head to the side. “ Are you ingesting them horrible pastries? You do understand that they are not healthy for you!?”
Lysithea’s eyes widened in shock. “ I-It’s not what it looks like! I’m eating- uh- apples? Yes! Apples!” She stuttered, batting her eyelashes innocently. “ And hey! Even if I WAS eating pastries I wouldn’t eat them all the time you know! You have to stop treating me like I’m some child.” Lysithea huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
Lorenz raised an eyebrow in amusement, he definitely knew that the ‘Apples’ Lysithea was taking about were pastries. He had caught her stealing them from the food counter moments prior.
“There is no need to be so untruthful with me. Yet I must not mention the unappetizing amount of pastries I had witnessed you placing under your shirt.”
Lysithea groaned, knowing she had been caught in the act. “ Fine! You got me… but if you mention this to another soul I will pray to Serios that you’ll never get a drop of tea again! I am clear?” Lysithea glared harshly at Lorenz, her tone dangerously low.
Lorenz’s eyes widened, fear stuck him as the thought of loosing his tea crossed his mind. “M-My sincere apologies! I will not utter this to another person. Y-You have my word!” Lorenz quickly lifted the cloth back to its normal position and scurried off leaving Lysithea to her peace.
With a mischievous grin on her face, she thought aloud. “I could use this to my advantage.” Lysithea crawled out from under the table, brushing the crumbs off her skirt. “Watchout, Hellman Gloucester.“ She muttered, before making her way to the Professor’s lesson.