The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
"Yeah but the Family is gone now," he points out, intending it to be a reassurance, because it is for him. He had not been plagued with nearly the same amount of work as Melita had for trying to thwart the violet aliens, so perhaps he's more inclined to slip back into the ease of their absence than someone used to hoisting daggers over their shoulders at every potential creak of their encroaching presence. As for why not, he chuckles, "well because sometimes you'll regret hurting what you stab." He points one small finger towards his chest, case in point.
Not quite believing she doesn't want a plate as she continues to pilfer her own pockets, so he makes a note to to himself to grab her one when he rustles up one for himself. Perhaps while she's off causing whatever mayhem, which is normal on any night, but he suspects is extra desired tonight of all nights. "What about him?" Iskra nods towards where Hawthorn has slipped past, truly the first sap Iskra set eyes on. "Go invisible and flip his cloak up over his head?" While she did, he'd gather food and drink, because watching Mel work is certainly a show.
Not quite believing she doesn't want a plate as she continues to pilfer her own pockets, so he makes a note to to himself to grab her one when he rustles up one for himself. Perhaps while she's off causing whatever mayhem, which is normal on any night, but he suspects is extra desired tonight of all nights. "What about him?" Iskra nods towards where Hawthorn has slipped past, truly the first sap Iskra set eyes on. "Go invisible and flip his cloak up over his head?" While she did, he'd gather food and drink, because watching Mel work is certainly a show.
Iskra
I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off
