food in the woodsen

Zavien

Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.

He still can't see how that's a 'type' if Koa doesn't know about it, but Zavien's thoroughly invested by this point. Leaning forward, he ignores his drink for a moment, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "Well... what happened with the other guy? Did she pick him, and it didn't work out?" If not, it sounds to Zavien like Koa hadn't been 'rejected.' It means there's still a chance for them. 

The frown marring his friend's features isn't something he likes to see, and he bumps a shoulder in support of whatever her may be feeling. "I think it matters." It's playful but serious, remembering how the man had teased and encouraged his affections for Lena. Finally taking another drink of his beer, he asks, "Do you still like her?"

And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.