Lyon had another free morning, so he decided to read another book. Again he finished it too quickly and again there was a knock on the door before he could decide what to do next.

His sense of deja vu was only increased at the sight of Idunn holding yet another tray. He stepped aside without her asking this time, tucking his book into one of his shelves instead of leaving it on the table as before.

"Good morning, Idunn."

"...yes. Good morning."

"May I ask what brings you to my room again today?"

"...I...want to...apologise. Again."

Lyon frowned. "What for?"

"Last time...I ate more than you did. Even though the sweets were for you. I'm sorry."

He thought back, but didn't remember either of them out-eating the other. "You were counting?"

She nodded. Lyon wondered if, if she had a better grip on her emotions, she would be blushing at the moment.

"It's...really not a problem," he smiled. "I promise. I enjoyed what I ate."

"It was still wrong of me to eat so much. I will go now."

"Wait!" Lyon slid in front of her as she moved to the door. "You're not going to join me?"

She shook her head.

"Remember what I said before, about it being more enjoyable to eat together?"

She nodded.

"And didn't you say they were nice too?"

A pause, then another nod.

"Then why don't you join me? I enjoyed myself yesterday and I'm sure I will today as well."

"I cannot. These are for you."

Lyon wondered if she was afraid of eating too much again and stifled a smile.

"Then I won't eat them."

"...what?"

"I enjoyed your company more than I did the snack, so if you don't join me I won't eat them...i - if you're free, of course." He winced. Ephraim wouldn't have slipped up like that.

Idunn was silent for a long while, looking at the plate. Just as Lyon thought she was about to leave, she muttered. "...I will join you."

"Thank you." He smiled and pulled a chair out for her as before, taking the spot next to her. He waited until she had a cookie in hand before taking a bite out of his own.

For a while, there were no sounds except that of chewing and the odd scrapes against the plate as they helped themselves, though Lyon noticed that whenever Idunn took one, she'd slide another closer to his side of the tray. Had she really counted the exact number of cookies they'd each eaten? He didn't want to put her on the spot though, so kept quiet...until the quiet itself became something he wanted to discuss.

"I noticed that you don't talk much."

"...I'm sorry."

"No, no!" He held up a hand in apology. "There's nothing wrong with that! I was just going to say that it makes the times you do talk more...valuable, I suppose."

"...valuable?"

"Yes!" He felt his cheeks grow warm, but pushed through. "I hope we can do this more often."

"But...we don't do much."

"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck. "You don't really have to do anything to have fun, right? Sometimes it's nice to just have a quiet moment alone with someone. That's what I believe, at least."

"...hmm." She went back to nibbling.

"Do you...do you not like spending time with me?"

"...it's not that." She swallowed, then took another bite. Only after swallowing that too did she speak again. "I was just wondering if - if that's what this...feeling is."

Lyon went back through their conversation. "You mean...is this feeling 'nice'?"

She was too deep in thought - and her current cookie - to answer and something about her stoic visage made him unwilling to interrupt her.

In the end, Idunn considered their cookie ratio to have been balanced and left Lyon's room with a slight nod, the tray tucked under her arm.