"It could be all of those, if you really want," she jokes, winking in Caspar's direction. It's not as if Amelia doesn't go well beyond the call of tradition when it comes to her own gift giving. True, she doesn't build things with her own two hands for those she cares about, but giving the kind of gift that someone wants but never explicitly asked for often has the same kind of impact.
She nods in answer to Adia's question about gifts. "On my world, there's a tradition of giving gifts for meaningful occasions. Birthday, anniversaries, betrothals or engagements, and the rare celebrations that are similar to holidays on places like Earth. The idea of giving a gift simply because you want to isn't really done. It could be, but no one thinks about doing so." She shrugs a bit and smiles. "I like giving things to people I care about, so I always take the time to find something that they'll appreciate for as long as it lasts. Giving impractical gifts can be a challenge, but sometimes a gift stands out easily enough for me to choose it. Like the solar system painting I gave the two of you." That's one gift in particular she's very proud of having found.
"I met Hunter on the Plaza early last year. I was looking for advice and he was kind enough to stop and answer my question." Her smile warms as she thinks about the artist and all of the beautiful things he described to her when they spoke. "I'm glad he took the commission for the two of you. His work speaks for itself."
With their pizza chosen, Amelia flags down the waitress to get their pizza order in, her ginger ale replenished, and drink orders for her friends taken. The cheery, middle-aged woman seems to be very excited at having customers again, because the drinks are all back at the table in what feels like seconds. Amelia thanks the woman with a soft laugh then indulges in a long sip of her ginger ale with a content sigh.
"So," the rogue begins after everyone's had a sip of their drink, "I know this may seem sudden, but now that Winter's over and you were kind enough to invite me into your home, would you like to see mine when we're done with lunch? It's not as large and I can't promise it's as well kept as your cabin, but I feel the two of you are the best people to share my home with in its more finished form before I share it with anyone else." It's something they talked about before, but Amelia's very excited to show her friends what she's done with the things they gave her. Adia taught her how to keep her home clean and their gift of flatware has made it easier for the rogue to make sense of cooking for herself. Making her apartment into a home took time, but the couple sitting across the table from her helped make the idea a reality for her.
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She nods in answer to Adia's question about gifts. "On my world, there's a tradition of giving gifts for meaningful occasions. Birthday, anniversaries, betrothals or engagements, and the rare celebrations that are similar to holidays on places like Earth. The idea of giving a gift simply because you want to isn't really done. It could be, but no one thinks about doing so." She shrugs a bit and smiles. "I like giving things to people I care about, so I always take the time to find something that they'll appreciate for as long as it lasts. Giving impractical gifts can be a challenge, but sometimes a gift stands out easily enough for me to choose it. Like the solar system painting I gave the two of you." That's one gift in particular she's very proud of having found.
"I met Hunter on the Plaza early last year. I was looking for advice and he was kind enough to stop and answer my question." Her smile warms as she thinks about the artist and all of the beautiful things he described to her when they spoke. "I'm glad he took the commission for the two of you. His work speaks for itself."
With their pizza chosen, Amelia flags down the waitress to get their pizza order in, her ginger ale replenished, and drink orders for her friends taken. The cheery, middle-aged woman seems to be very excited at having customers again, because the drinks are all back at the table in what feels like seconds. Amelia thanks the woman with a soft laugh then indulges in a long sip of her ginger ale with a content sigh.
"So," the rogue begins after everyone's had a sip of their drink, "I know this may seem sudden, but now that Winter's over and you were kind enough to invite me into your home, would you like to see mine when we're done with lunch? It's not as large and I can't promise it's as well kept as your cabin, but I feel the two of you are the best people to share my home with in its more finished form before I share it with anyone else." It's something they talked about before, but Amelia's very excited to show her friends what she's done with the things they gave her. Adia taught her how to keep her home clean and their gift of flatware has made it easier for the rogue to make sense of cooking for herself. Making her apartment into a home took time, but the couple sitting across the table from her helped make the idea a reality for her.