[Sephiroth keeps himself from smiling, affecting a look of mild surprise instead.]
Excuse me one moment; I'll inquire.
[He approaches the nearest stall with a strange, shuffling gate since it's too close for flight to be practical, and collects a plate of unfamiliar food. Some sort of flatbread and dipping sauce? Soup? Luckily he's never been a picky eater. He'll return with it a moment later.]
Evidently we were engaged in some manner of conversational contest.
[...he won't outright offer any of the food but for the sake of pretending it wasn't his goal the entire time, he won't protest if Hermes wants to take some.]
no subject
Excuse me one moment; I'll inquire.
[He approaches the nearest stall with a strange, shuffling gate since it's too close for flight to be practical, and collects a plate of unfamiliar food. Some sort of flatbread and dipping sauce? Soup? Luckily he's never been a picky eater. He'll return with it a moment later.]
Evidently we were engaged in some manner of conversational contest.
[...he won't outright offer any of the food but for the sake of pretending it wasn't his goal the entire time, he won't protest if Hermes wants to take some.]