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"Ah yes of course, just my gods." Flora agrees with a playful roll of her eyes, though it takes absolutely no effort on Danta's part to convince the queen that in fact the gods could be doing a lot more to help out than just send them on errands for flowers or fuck ship's captains to make children.
"Hah, see—" Triumphantly Flora lifts her glass, inclining it pointedly toward the Maverick with a raise of her brows. "Sometimes jealousy can be fun." Taking far too large of a swallow given how sweetly the whiskey was already singing through her veins, Flora presses the back of her hand against her lips to stifle the response of her stomach before setting the glass down. "Tomorrow sounds lovely, though maybe not too early." Judging by how smoothly the liquor was still more or less going down, Flora couldn't imagine she was going to be in any state come sunrise.
"Hah, see—" Triumphantly Flora lifts her glass, inclining it pointedly toward the Maverick with a raise of her brows. "Sometimes jealousy can be fun." Taking far too large of a swallow given how sweetly the whiskey was already singing through her veins, Flora presses the back of her hand against her lips to stifle the response of her stomach before setting the glass down. "Tomorrow sounds lovely, though maybe not too early." Judging by how smoothly the liquor was still more or less going down, Flora couldn't imagine she was going to be in any state come sunrise.
Bad, bad boy, shiny toy with a price
You know that I bought it
You know that I bought it
