The Tidebreaker sipped his drink to hide his smile, conceding Flora's point by his silence. He was content to wait for as long as she was admiring her gift, but once the spoon was in his hand it was back to work. Though when 'work' consisted of making frosting he knew he was having a good day. "Notes would be wise," he agreed, deliberately bland in tone as he held his laughter in check - though only barely.
Her wicked grin and delighted acceptance of her task had him slanting a look at her from the corner of his eyes, one steely brow arched as he watched her contemplate mischief...
And then seem to think better of it. The sugar began to sift into the frosting and he turned his attention back to the bowl, letting his guard down. For his punishment he soon bore a stripe of white across his cheek that had his lips compressing against the laugh that threatened to break his stoic mien and he paused in his stirring until he had himself back under control - give or take the occasional shaking of his shoulders as he turned his head to look at his co-ruler and take in her own mock innocence. "Hmm. Did I?" he rumbled, glancing down at the bowl and then over to Flora's blonde hair in its messy bun with wicked calculation in his eyes. He continued to stir, but he was able to do that without looking at the bowl. "But I think you would wear it better..."
Her wicked grin and delighted acceptance of her task had him slanting a look at her from the corner of his eyes, one steely brow arched as he watched her contemplate mischief...
And then seem to think better of it. The sugar began to sift into the frosting and he turned his attention back to the bowl, letting his guard down. For his punishment he soon bore a stripe of white across his cheek that had his lips compressing against the laugh that threatened to break his stoic mien and he paused in his stirring until he had himself back under control - give or take the occasional shaking of his shoulders as he turned his head to look at his co-ruler and take in her own mock innocence. "Hmm. Did I?" he rumbled, glancing down at the bowl and then over to Flora's blonde hair in its messy bun with wicked calculation in his eyes. He continued to stir, but he was able to do that without looking at the bowl. "But I think you would wear it better..."
