[ That sure is a commanding yell, if nothing else. Yuri watches the kids scatter like birds startled by a loud noise, which isn't entirely inaccurate, though he suspects from their giggles they've decided it's all in good fun... Save the one that sticks to Nebula like a bur. ]
Looks like you've got yourself a fan.
[ Far be it from Yuri Leclerc to keep his mouth shut just because someone told him to. Goddess forfend. Instead, he strolls further into the room, rifles through his basket, and procures something that smells faintly sweet in a cheerfully colorful wrapping.
He halts a good arm's length away, deliberating. Judging from the kid's behavior, he suspects the treat would be best received from a certain someone else. First, though— ]
You come here often?
[ Yuri never having seen her here doesn't mean anything. They may simply not have ever visited at the same time. ]
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Looks like you've got yourself a fan.
[ Far be it from Yuri Leclerc to keep his mouth shut just because someone told him to. Goddess forfend. Instead, he strolls further into the room, rifles through his basket, and procures something that smells faintly sweet in a cheerfully colorful wrapping.
He halts a good arm's length away, deliberating. Judging from the kid's behavior, he suspects the treat would be best received from a certain someone else. First, though— ]
You come here often?
[ Yuri never having seen her here doesn't mean anything. They may simply not have ever visited at the same time. ]