My Land, My Rules

The two extremes of vacations: Gladio and Nell roughing it on a mountain and Ignis and Liliana in a luxury hotel in a city somewhere. (Clearly the places they overlapped were ski lodges and beach houses)

"Oooh," she said, examining his sodas with interest. "These look--" She stopped as she pulled one out, the honeycomb cider and needed a second before she could speak again. "Might I have this one?" she asked in a voice that sounded completely normal, assuming one didn't notice the very small catch in it at the beginning of her request.