mistaking cardiac arrest for butterflies
"Well, if they're already picked over, then I guess I can't blame you for not keeping a stash under the table," Flora sighs dramatically, settling deeper into the seat with a defeated sort of elegance. Her fingers drum lightly on the wood, rings tapping out a gentle rhythm as her gaze drifts to the pile of books. "At this point, I’d take gardening notes from a five-year-old if it mentioned the word rose."
At his comment about formality, Flora hums low in her throat as she raises a brow. "Seems more rude to call someone by a name they're asking you not to, if you ask me" the queen counters with a chuckle. Then again rude seemed perhaps to be the flavour of the day with how Liam's folded arms made him look all the more closed off. "Er, well. Sorry to have interrupted. I'll leave you to it." Gripping the edge of the table, Flora begins to slide herself out of her chair.
At his comment about formality, Flora hums low in her throat as she raises a brow. "Seems more rude to call someone by a name they're asking you not to, if you ask me" the queen counters with a chuckle. Then again rude seemed perhaps to be the flavour of the day with how Liam's folded arms made him look all the more closed off. "Er, well. Sorry to have interrupted. I'll leave you to it." Gripping the edge of the table, Flora begins to slide herself out of her chair.
