As much as he appreciates the laugh and the origin of the name, that hand on his thigh does a pretty decent job in distracting him from both. He attempts to force his mind back to the conversation as he directs Grani to start on their journey.
"Do you normally name things after their favored meal?" He tries to keep his voice measured and unaffected by the hand on his thigh, but between the swell of emotion he feels about the robes, and the proximity of Byleth in multiple ways already has him plenty affected. It's shameful, really, how easily this seems to happen with Byleth.
After a moment, however, he prompts Grani to rise into the air, an easy feat with how the creature is now bounding in speed. A single leap lifts them, and from its caparison does those silk sashes billow and blow outwardly, lengthening to almost absurdly as they do. He levitates with ease, wind lifting them as he carries them through the air towards their destination.
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"Do you normally name things after their favored meal?" He tries to keep his voice measured and unaffected by the hand on his thigh, but between the swell of emotion he feels about the robes, and the proximity of Byleth in multiple ways already has him plenty affected. It's shameful, really, how easily this seems to happen with Byleth.
After a moment, however, he prompts Grani to rise into the air, an easy feat with how the creature is now bounding in speed. A single leap lifts them, and from its caparison does those silk sashes billow and blow outwardly, lengthening to almost absurdly as they do. He levitates with ease, wind lifting them as he carries them through the air towards their destination.