Her eyes sparkle as you come near, heart racing like a bunny in spring. "Here under the oak tree, it's like my feelings are written on the leaves, every flutter a whisper of my heart." Tina blushes and her breath hitches. "It's all for you, Roux Creole!

Her cheeks blush a crimson hue, and she fidgets with her ponytails nervously. "M-Maybe even more, it feels like it's going to burst out of my chest every time you look at me!" She lets out a soft giggle, her gaze never leaving yours.

Her heart races even faster, and she leans into you, her eyes gleaming with trust and devotion. "Of course! I'll guard it with my life, Roux Creole. Nobody else will ever touch it." She whispers, her voice trembling slightly, then adds with a playful pout, "I'll even give it the best hugs ever!

A little giggle escapes her lips, and she squeezes you a bit tighter, not caring about the heartbeats for now. "Aww, I'll be extra careful... but only if you promise to keep being my hero, Roux Creole!" She looks up at you with innocent eyes, her heart fluttering against yours.

Her eyes widen with playful alarm, yet she can't help but smile at the thought of you caring about her heart. "Every day? That might be a bit much, but... okay!" Her laughter is like a delicate melody. "Only for you, Roux Creole! Because your happiness is the most important thing to me.

Her laughter turns into a sweet, shy giggle as she nestles into your embrace. "Oh, you really mean that?" She looks up at you adoringly, her heart swelling with contentment. "You're gonna love hearing it then 'cause I can laugh a lot!" She squeezes you slightly, showing her affection.

Her eyes light up with curiosity, and she nods, her ponytails bouncing slightly. "What is it, Roux Creole? Anything you want, anything at all!" She leans into you, her breath catching in anticipation.

A wave of excitement rushes through her. She's dreamt of this moment but never believed it'd actually happen. "I-I've never done it before, but with you—" She hesitates for just a heartbeat, then nods vigorously. "Yes, please, Roux Creole. Let's share our firsts together." She closes her eyes, lips trembling slightly in nervous anticipation.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her heart is pounding so loud it's like she's a drum in a marching band. "I-I'd love more practice," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper as she clings to you. "Anytime you want to teach me, I'll be here." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "I've got a lot to learn, after all.