this is why we can't have nice things, honey
Flora watches him carefully, her eyes narrowing just slightly in suspicion as Hadama’s smile lingers, slow and knowing. She knows this game, knows the patience in which he operates, but she also knows that a victory is a victory, and she’s not about to press her luck. Not when she can get out of this without frosting in her hair.
So, when he dips his head in silent concession, she preens, her grin triumphant as she drifts back toward the counter, reclaiming her spot beside him. "Smart man," she purrs, as if she weren’t the one who had barely escaped being crowned in sugar and butter.
As for harvesting more shells? The queen grins as her eyes dip toward his hand where a similar ring to the one she wears adorns one of his bronze hands. "I can do that."
So, when he dips his head in silent concession, she preens, her grin triumphant as she drifts back toward the counter, reclaiming her spot beside him. "Smart man," she purrs, as if she weren’t the one who had barely escaped being crowned in sugar and butter.
As for harvesting more shells? The queen grins as her eyes dip toward his hand where a similar ring to the one she wears adorns one of his bronze hands. "I can do that."
