[Self-conscious, he gathers his hands on his lap. In a situation like this, how can he possibly partake of tea and snacks with ease? But they look good, and it'd be rude to not have a single sip or bite . . . Don't be nervous, this god says! Doesn't Beauty know that he's nothing more than a bundle of nerves!]
Great Beauty could not have chosen better. [Yet words are cheap. He raises a hand, as if to reach out for a taste.] May I?
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Great Beauty could not have chosen better. [Yet words are cheap. He raises a hand, as if to reach out for a taste.] May I?