[ the offer isn't expected, but it doesn't surprise her, either. jyn drinks so much tea she might as well sweat it out, and daisy has seen cassian make it for her more times than she can count. an offer, in this moment, seems right.
but it feels like more than just a cup. it feels, for daisy, like cassian is bringing her a little closer, the bridge of their friendship strengthened with an extra cord across the steps. one small gesture, amongst so many others, that ties them together. ]
Alright. [ soft and agreeable and near totally at ease, she lets him pull her to her feet and guide her towards the kitchen, where she can pour herself into a barstool and watch him work. ] But I want sugar in mine.
[ is that a surprise? she doubts it. cassian has an eye for what people like, even if he doesn't always say so. ]
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but it feels like more than just a cup. it feels, for daisy, like cassian is bringing her a little closer, the bridge of their friendship strengthened with an extra cord across the steps. one small gesture, amongst so many others, that ties them together. ]
Alright. [ soft and agreeable and near totally at ease, she lets him pull her to her feet and guide her towards the kitchen, where she can pour herself into a barstool and watch him work. ] But I want sugar in mine.
[ is that a surprise? she doubts it. cassian has an eye for what people like, even if he doesn't always say so. ]