Flandre sat down at the table slowly, trying to keep her discomfort hidden from Roderich across from her or anyone else in the restaurant. She half succeeded; back straight and hands in her lap but frowning and throwing the occasional glance at all the humans around her.

At the least, she was happy they'd decided to sit down for lunch at all. Flandre hadn't said anything, but she'd started to notice with each day a growing pain in her stomach and throat, a strange thirst she couldn't quite quench. It hadn't really bothered her before, but now it was beginning to take its toll.

This is something she's still adamant to keep quiet about, however, and she keeps her eyes glued to the drink section of the menu.