dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
"You flatter," Dahlia chides, nonetheless all but blooming under the praise as they make themselves comfortable at her desk; Sunjata in one of the seats and the Reaper, naturally perched on the edge of the desk between his knees. "Mm, and I you," she replies, taking the paper from between his fingers and letting her own pulse against the inside of his wrist for a moment as she reads.
"My, are all the communications you receive so fraught with worry?" she wonders, folding the letter and handing it back to the Flood. "You must reply, of course - it would be rude not to. I would simply opt for the truth, Sunjata. You invited me to the Refuge, I accepted, and nothing untoward happened. We had quite a pleasant time there, in fact. Unless I am mistaken?" She raises her eyebrows at him wonderingly.
"My, are all the communications you receive so fraught with worry?" she wonders, folding the letter and handing it back to the Flood. "You must reply, of course - it would be rude not to. I would simply opt for the truth, Sunjata. You invited me to the Refuge, I accepted, and nothing untoward happened. We had quite a pleasant time there, in fact. Unless I am mistaken?" She raises her eyebrows at him wonderingly.
Let me see the heat get to it
