Weeks pass, and he doesn't catch a single card.
When cards become active, he goes looking. They just disappear before he gets there.
He's getting worried, and he's not sure he's satisfied with Kero's explanations.
He tries to focus on school.
"I'm not actually a big tech guy, you might have to expand your cabal."
"Are you my knight, then? My shining white knight, secretly seducing the queen with tales of valor and his sweet innocence."
Alistair is not a fan of strawberry. Sadde, on the other hand, he finds delicious.
Alistair is a very attentive kisser.
Sure the ice cream was just an excuse anyway, she'd like to continue kissing this attentive, adorable, stoic boy.
The boy is both attentive and stoic, which means pleasing him is an exercise in patience- or creativity.
He's good at kissing, very responsive. It's just not very obvious how much he's enjoying it. Maybe she should explore that area right there, he squirmed a bit last time.
Squirming ensues.
He relaxes after that, the kisses escalating in intensity. He seems to find Sadde's lips fascinating.
Eeeee, she finds his lips pretty fascinating, too!
Now what should her hands do? They might roam—above the waist—unless he objects—does he?
She can roam! This elicits what might be termed giggling, but the kisses continue in earnest.
Alistair has entirely forgotten his ice cream.
Oh my god that is adorable. "Your ice cream will melt," she says eventually.
"Ice cream," he says, returning to his reluctantly, "is a deliciously distracting temptation. I'll work my way through as fast as I can."
"Make it a race," she suggests. "With the punishment of brainfreeze if you go too fast."
"You're on."
Alistair proceeds to be weirdly competitive about eating his ice cream.
She can do competitive!
...she does get brainfrozen. But doesn't let that slow her down much.