white roses in the red dirt

charlie

"What, this?" Grinning, the priestess suddenly appears at Asta's eye level, before she drops seamlessly back to her feet, tail flicking back and forth mischievously. "Dunno, it's new." Glancing at her fingers, she waggles them slightly before shrugging. "I also have a few new shifts that I've never had before." The priestess hadn't really dug any more deeply than that; it was surprising and sudden, sure, but so was a lot of life since she'd awoken. What use was there trying to track down every single answer when there were much more interesting things to do with her time?

"Thank youuuu.' Twirling in place, the priestess crinkles her nose affectionately up at the butcher as she grins. "I went to that little tailor you recommended and he's been making me loads of new things." She gushes proudly.

As for the flooring (or lack thereof), Charlie waits with baited breath to see what the butcher's reaction might be, before she's nearly bouncing on her toes with joy to hear him say he likes it. "Oh you." She purrs adoringly in response to his flattery, before giving her head a little shake.

"Do you think it's better to carve the obsidian where it is, or should we do it here?"

Please, please, please don't prove I'm right
& please, please, please
don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!