mind, if the food were made by lesser mortals, it's likely she wouldn't have even lifted her nose from the book she was studiously copying notes off of. but it's ethan's food, and naturally smells spectacular, so she looks up and a tiny smile blooms on her face. not without some flustering. she doesn't know ethan all too well yet, but she's starting to learn more about him - and she likes what she learns. ]
Are you plotting something?
[ because it looks like you're plotting something, sir. ]