this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora watches Hadama's slow, measured reaction with an expression that is equal parts amusement and anticipation, her smirk widening as she catches the gleam of wicked calculation in his eyes. "Oh no," she breathes, utterly unrepentant, but grinning all the same. "I don’t like that look..." Which, of course, is a lie. She loves that look. It’s rare to get Hadama to properly scheme against her, and if he’s already plotting revenge, then she’s done her job exactly right.
Still, she has no intentions of making this easy for him.
Shifting her weight, she takes a step back, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter as if it might save her from whatever he has planned. "You wouldn’t dare," she accuses, but her laugh betrays her, bright and delighted, because of course he would. Hadama might be composed and thoughtful, but Flora has spent enough time with him to know that he is absolutely not above retaliation when it suits him.
And gods, she adores him for it.
"Just think about this," she continues, all faux reason, her hands lifting in an exaggerated, placating gesture (like the LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LINDA gif). "I still have to sift more sugar, and if you sabotage me now, we might never get this frosting finished." She pauses, tilting her head, her voice dropping into something warm and cajoling. "Besides, you already know you’re going to lose this war, so why not just admit defeat now and spare yourself the humiliation?"
Still, she has no intentions of making this easy for him.
Shifting her weight, she takes a step back, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter as if it might save her from whatever he has planned. "You wouldn’t dare," she accuses, but her laugh betrays her, bright and delighted, because of course he would. Hadama might be composed and thoughtful, but Flora has spent enough time with him to know that he is absolutely not above retaliation when it suits him.
And gods, she adores him for it.
"Just think about this," she continues, all faux reason, her hands lifting in an exaggerated, placating gesture (like the LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN LINDA gif). "I still have to sift more sugar, and if you sabotage me now, we might never get this frosting finished." She pauses, tilting her head, her voice dropping into something warm and cajoling. "Besides, you already know you’re going to lose this war, so why not just admit defeat now and spare yourself the humiliation?"
