Isla
Humming something that sounds frankly disbelieving, Isla raises her eyebrows at Sunjata and looks him up and down. "Sorry, but I think you're always going to be a bit lanky." As if to make her point, she gestures between the two of them with a grin as if to show that, even at an above average height for a woman, Sunjata is tol and she is smol.
"Oh, hush - how dare you use my own advice against me," she huffs at him, and it's lucky that he asks her to get something to drink, else Isla might assume he's taking both of their plates with the intention of eating her food. Indeed, there's still a touch of something suspicious in her expression as she fetches two glasses and a bottle of sweet summer wine from an icebox, the Remedy following after him.
Sidling outside and beneath the umbrella, Isla relaxes into the heat of the day almost instantly, sinking into her seat and pouring them both a drink. "Alright, this was a great idea," she confesses to Sunjata. "Did you say you wanted to talk about something, or did I imagine it?"
"Oh, hush - how dare you use my own advice against me," she huffs at him, and it's lucky that he asks her to get something to drink, else Isla might assume he's taking both of their plates with the intention of eating her food. Indeed, there's still a touch of something suspicious in her expression as she fetches two glasses and a bottle of sweet summer wine from an icebox, the Remedy following after him.
Sidling outside and beneath the umbrella, Isla relaxes into the heat of the day almost instantly, sinking into her seat and pouring them both a drink. "Alright, this was a great idea," she confesses to Sunjata. "Did you say you wanted to talk about something, or did I imagine it?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
