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A familiar voice caught her attention. She stopped staring at the far distant candy jars long enough to find Plymouth Morgan with Willow Kovac. Oh. He brought his little expedition here? Hmm. Blushing at the look her gave her, Daphne cleared her throat not before giving Phoebus' arm another gentle squeeze. She had even forgotten Jack was there and that she was supposedly trying to ignore him. "Vanilla is good," she remarked conversationally, following Phoebus blindly through the store and away from Morgan and company.
"You know, because it's...erm..." What, Daphne? "I like Vanilla ice cream."
There, something somewhat coherent. And her cheeks still felt hot.
Phoebus watched Daphne closely as she reacted to Plymouths MERE presence. That was it; The guy just had to...exist and she was blushing. No worries, Phoebus could handle this. Right? " Oh so you do like ice cream. Just not all over your face, right?" He said, smiling a little at her and making a gesture encompassing his own face.
Plymouth kept glancing. All nonchalantly. Phoebus...was not pleased, but what could he do? Tell the guy off for...possibly looking at her? A small, caveman-like part of his brain shouted OF COURSE but his more civilized mind thankfully remained in control.
Back to candy. Phoebus procured them both a piece of vanilla nougat and he offered her a small piece. " Here, try some. Then I'll get some toffee and we'll go shoe shopping?" He said, looking to her and noting with internal dismay that she was blushing. Most likely not because of him though, and with that thought he could feel that burst of confidence sort of waning now, but he was going to persevere. He HAD to.