Flora
Flora grins as she nods, fluttering her lashes in an exaggeratedly girlish manner. "Mmhmm," she confirms. "Jack is the boyfriend in question. I didn't want to say his name just in case it summoned him," she teases, though Jack absolutely had a knack for appearing where and when he wanted to.
Scoffing at his unnecessary modesty, Flora waves a hand dismissively. "Of course I’d use it on you," she huffs, tilting her head with an exaggerated look of duh, babes. "What kind of people do you hang out with who wouldn't try and make you feel better, if they could?" Flora certainly hadn't inherited the hero gene from her family, but even she found Niki's surprise a touch strange.
As the necromancer mentions the bread, though, Flora blinks, watching him for a moment, trying to decide if he’s messing with her or not. "You what?" she finally asks, staring like she’s waiting for him to either take it back or double down. When no clarification immediately comes, she shakes her head before looking through the cupboards. Sure enough, she finds a loaf; it's maybe a little stale, but nothing a bit of warm soup wouldn’t fix.
"So, you spooned a loaf of bread," she muses aloud as she tears off a piece and sets it onto a plate for him. "Okay, but why? Sleepwalking again? Or just, like... unhinged midnight snack habits?"
Scoffing at his unnecessary modesty, Flora waves a hand dismissively. "Of course I’d use it on you," she huffs, tilting her head with an exaggerated look of duh, babes. "What kind of people do you hang out with who wouldn't try and make you feel better, if they could?" Flora certainly hadn't inherited the hero gene from her family, but even she found Niki's surprise a touch strange.
As the necromancer mentions the bread, though, Flora blinks, watching him for a moment, trying to decide if he’s messing with her or not. "You what?" she finally asks, staring like she’s waiting for him to either take it back or double down. When no clarification immediately comes, she shakes her head before looking through the cupboards. Sure enough, she finds a loaf; it's maybe a little stale, but nothing a bit of warm soup wouldn’t fix.
"So, you spooned a loaf of bread," she muses aloud as she tears off a piece and sets it onto a plate for him. "Okay, but why? Sleepwalking again? Or just, like... unhinged midnight snack habits?"
Fatefully, I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Misery, Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep
Code stolen from Queen Sky
