[A light scent wafts through the hallway. Of cinnamon and rich chocolates, sweetness you could almost taste. This, of course, belongs to the little angelic girl hurrying down the way Pyrrha's coming. A platter stocked high with pastries expertly balanced in her little hands.]
Whoop - 'scuse me! Sorry!
[Just gonna weave around Pyrrha - before she comes to a halt and offers up the plate.]
no subject
Whoop - 'scuse me! Sorry!
[Just gonna weave around Pyrrha - before she comes to a halt and offers up the plate.]
Oh. Would you like one?