this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora watches Hadama reach for his drink, amusement curling at the edges of her smirk. "Oh, I’m the responsible one?" she echoes, feigning offence as she plucks up her own glass—something fruity and undoubtedly strong, (because baking is always better with a buzz). Taking a sip, she hums in approval before flicking her gaze back to him, her expression warm and teasing. "Good to know the king of the sea has his priorities straight."
It’s only when he sets down the brightly wrapped package that her attention shifts, aqua eyes catching on the way the bells jingle against the counter. "What’s that?" she asks, brows lifting in curiosity as she nods her head toward it.
"Ready?" she parrots, gaze flicking between him and the package. "For baking? Or for whatever this is?" She gestures with the gift, lips quirking in a knowing grin as she leans one hip against the counter. "Because if you think I’m just going to ignore a mysterious jingling box, you clearly don’t know me at all."
It’s only when he sets down the brightly wrapped package that her attention shifts, aqua eyes catching on the way the bells jingle against the counter. "What’s that?" she asks, brows lifting in curiosity as she nods her head toward it.
"Ready?" she parrots, gaze flicking between him and the package. "For baking? Or for whatever this is?" She gestures with the gift, lips quirking in a knowing grin as she leans one hip against the counter. "Because if you think I’m just going to ignore a mysterious jingling box, you clearly don’t know me at all."
