The playful question is somehow more embarrassing than the kids; Amalia's cheeks flush a deeper scarlet, and she shrugs her slender shoulders, looking bashfully away. [Say]"It's not like I've kissed a lot'a people,"[/say] the not-Shield clarifies, too pleasantly buzzed to hold her tongue. [Say]"Just... Just you, and Adam, and Ronin, and Finn, and Deimos - my husband - well, not anymore I think."[/say] Her brow furrows in concentration as she thinks this over. Is she still married? Certainly there hasn't been any sort of divorce, but she hasn't felt married, not in a long time...
This rabbit hole is mercifully interrupted by a glass of water, which Amalia has the good sense to actually take a drink from. She's still drinking when Sera's next question comes. With measures swallows she empties the glass, setting it on the table beside them before looking back up at the Artificer. There's mischief in her eyes and the tilt of her head, emboldened by liquor and how comfortable she feels.
[Say]"Hmm... Hard to say,"[/say] She's trying for a casual, worldly thoughtful tone, but the flush of her cheeks and the way she looks at Sera's lips again utterly belie this image. [Say]"I think I need more research."[/say] And this time it's Amalia who pushes forward, her free hand cupping the cheek of the Artificer, their lips meeting with tender caution that quickly depends into a proper kiss, warm and bright and innocent in their private corner of the busy bar.
This rabbit hole is mercifully interrupted by a glass of water, which Amalia has the good sense to actually take a drink from. She's still drinking when Sera's next question comes. With measures swallows she empties the glass, setting it on the table beside them before looking back up at the Artificer. There's mischief in her eyes and the tilt of her head, emboldened by liquor and how comfortable she feels.
[Say]"Hmm... Hard to say,"[/say] She's trying for a casual, worldly thoughtful tone, but the flush of her cheeks and the way she looks at Sera's lips again utterly belie this image. [Say]"I think I need more research."[/say] And this time it's Amalia who pushes forward, her free hand cupping the cheek of the Artificer, their lips meeting with tender caution that quickly depends into a proper kiss, warm and bright and innocent in their private corner of the busy bar.
