so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
"I've never been subjected to such a look, but with Ronin's expressive features, I can imagine it very well," Isla admits, her smile soft but her amusement genuine as Remi turns them back towards the grove of pineapples. With one last affectionate squeeze around him, she finally steps away so she might tiptoe back over to the thicket and crouch down to select a few ripe specimens for breakfast.
"I can't see Ronin keen to climb any stairs in his floating house unless he absolutely has to," she says, her tone intending reassurance but coming out around a quiet laugh. "And I'm quite certain there's an innuendo in that last sentence of yours, but I'm going to be the bigger person and not try to look for it." Instead, grabbing two or three larger pineapples out of the thicket, she offers a couple of them up for Remi and keeps the other for herself when they get back.
"I can't see Ronin keen to climb any stairs in his floating house unless he absolutely has to," she says, her tone intending reassurance but coming out around a quiet laugh. "And I'm quite certain there's an innuendo in that last sentence of yours, but I'm going to be the bigger person and not try to look for it." Instead, grabbing two or three larger pineapples out of the thicket, she offers a couple of them up for Remi and keeps the other for herself when they get back.
