[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

The information seemed to bolster something other than melancholy out of him, so she grinned in response. Even if the presumptions were a little disheartening, she didn’t tread on it, nodding enthusiastically instead. “Yup. I’d say the cooking’s improved since then too,” as they’d needed the iron stomachs of the youth to really get through some portions. Nowadays one didn’t have to run the risk of gastrointestinal distress.

With the confirmation, her grin grew a little more wicked, and then she opted to stand off to the side while Iskra went about his renting. Though, from what she was hearing, she should’ve been right there, instead of peering off into the sea, and before long that sort of bristling and quiet platitude came over her – dangerous and uncertain and very much capable of throwing bombs everywhere – as she marched back over and poked her head around the counter.

The Honeybee certainly wasn’t Flora, nor had the Doubletake’s charms, but she had earned a reputation of chaos, demolition, and mischief. No sooner had the owner seen her did his eyes widen significantly, and even more so when she spoke up. “Hey, give him the usual rate,” or else went without saying, but she was already beginning to get into her bag – which had all the potential of armaments instilled.