The princess tells Cloud about herself.

“Wow. So you’re a golfer, soccer captain, tennis champion, a four time racing medalist, and a faster rock climber than me?” Cloud asked as he set down his coffee, his face serenely placid aside from a quirked eyebrow.

“Yeah, it’s actually kind of embarrassing…” the princess remarked as her gaze shot down to a sneezing kitty for a brief moment, “Sarasaland doesn’t have any major enemies, and I wasn’t invited to Smash until after you were, so I kinda had a lot of time to gather hobbies…”

“Well, I’m impressed. Not many people would do all that with their free time. You seem like someone really special with that kind of dedication.”

“Th-thanks…” Daisy muttered, her face heating up at the sweet compliment. She kinda-sorta wanted to rip his pants off and drag him by the cock to a place they could 69 in peace, but that was a mile away from ‘taking it slow’, so she distracted the horny thoughts with something else she wanted to know.

“Uhh, I have a question too, but it might be a rude one. Like, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to!”

“It’s cool. I’ve got Mr.Biscuits with me, so I think I can handle it.” Cloud said, petting the cafe’s oldest, fattest cat as it stretched across his lap. “Ask away.”

"Why don’t you make, like, facial expressions?"

He paused for far longer than a second, clamming right up almost like he got lost in thought, but all the same, her date answered. "Oh, my face…? I guess it never moved that much on its own, but once I hit eighteen it pretty much stopped moving at all. Unless something makes me laugh or yelp, I can't really shift my own face out of neutral. It’s honestly super annoying."

“So you’d like your face to actually make faces?” Daisy said, surprised at how surprised she was that his outward lack of emotion was something outside his control.

“Yeah, I’d like to smile more, but I’m not holding out hope.”

"Hmmm..." The desert princess took a contemplative sip of her black tea, before a menacing smile overtook her tomboyish features. "Do you think a little tickle torture might work?"

"Well... I'm not actually ticklish, but you're welcome to try." Cloud told her as he took the ancient, circular feline off his lap. It must’ve been a trick of her eyes, but Daisy swore she could see a hint of mischief in his face.