[ Heather relishes in the quiet, even if it lingers on awkward. She sips at her cocoa a little more carefully and occasionally drops her attention to her notebook, one handedly adding details she'd missed of Cloud's features before; his eyes seem brighter, almost like glowing pools.

When he speaks up, her attention returns to him, blinking at the question as she tries to process it. ]

Poptarts. [ She finally utters with a dip of her head. God, she sounds like a kid but, look, these things are amazing. She immediately moves on to explain them. ] They're these prepackaged pastries filled with, like, a sweet filling and have a hard frosting on top. Best things when toasted. All I can find are some weird, whole-grain version here and it's awful.

[ She even begins to sketch out the glorious pastries. Rectangular and frosted with sprinkles. She adds tiny eyes and grin to bring them to life. And then she realizes she just blurted out a bunch of silly words and can only offer up one thing in return: ] What about you?

[ A lame question, sure, but she likes to introduce others to the wonderful world of awful pastries. ]