this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora arches a brow, clearly unimpressed by Hadama's attempt at playing innocent. "Everything is a competition with me," she drawls, but her smirk softens as she turns the perfume bottle over in her hands once more. Still, she doesn't argue his point further, only because—fine, whatever—he's won this round, and she's gracious enough to concede that much.
With a final, appreciative inhale of the scent still lingering on her wrist, she sets the bottle carefully aside before reaching for the spoon he’s requested. "Mmh, yes, the secret," she echoes, mimicking his serious tone as she passes it to him with an exaggerated flourish, her fingers brushing playfully against his as she does. "I’ll make sure to take notes." But it's when he assigns her the task of sifting the powdered sugar that her grin turns absolutely wicked.
"Oh, so you do trust me," she muses, reaching for the bag with entirely too much glee, her aqua eyes alight with mischief as she scoops up the fine, powdery sweetness. She holds it above the bowl, pausing just a fraction of a second too long, as if contemplating an alternative target. "Such a mistake," she sighs dramatically, before—miraculously—she does as she's told and sifts the sugar properly into the bowl.
But Flora is nothing if not opportunistic, and she knows an opening when she sees one.
Hopefully before Hadama can react, she dips her fingers into the sugar-dusted frosting, quick and precise, and then—grinning like a devil—she reaches up and smears a streak of it across his cheek. "Oops," she purrs, utterly unrepentant, tilting her head in mock innocence. "Though you did say I was in charge."
With a final, appreciative inhale of the scent still lingering on her wrist, she sets the bottle carefully aside before reaching for the spoon he’s requested. "Mmh, yes, the secret," she echoes, mimicking his serious tone as she passes it to him with an exaggerated flourish, her fingers brushing playfully against his as she does. "I’ll make sure to take notes." But it's when he assigns her the task of sifting the powdered sugar that her grin turns absolutely wicked.
"Oh, so you do trust me," she muses, reaching for the bag with entirely too much glee, her aqua eyes alight with mischief as she scoops up the fine, powdery sweetness. She holds it above the bowl, pausing just a fraction of a second too long, as if contemplating an alternative target. "Such a mistake," she sighs dramatically, before—miraculously—she does as she's told and sifts the sugar properly into the bowl.
But Flora is nothing if not opportunistic, and she knows an opening when she sees one.
Hopefully before Hadama can react, she dips her fingers into the sugar-dusted frosting, quick and precise, and then—grinning like a devil—she reaches up and smears a streak of it across his cheek. "Oops," she purrs, utterly unrepentant, tilting her head in mock innocence. "Though you did say I was in charge."
