“Scara, look at these glasses! Aren’t they cute?”

Scaramouche stopped abruptly when his companion called out his name and turned to face you, only to see you excitedly holding out some glass cups with red strawberries on them.

“Little red strawberries…?” He arched a brow, the disinterest in his tone causing your smile to fall.

“No good?”

“Well, if you like them, buy them.” Scaramouche shrugged, going back to whatever he was looking for, seeming to not notice your unwavering frown.