[ He really can't...and Aventurine isn't about to complain.

The assistant at the booth hands their crepes over to them, neatly wrapped and still hot, and with his hand still in Nico's, Aventurine steers them to start strolling again. ]

It's a little strange to think that we've got less than a week left here, isn't it? Haha, and here I thought it might take ages for these weeks to pass by.

[ If he hadn't been enjoying himself so much, that is. ]