She rolled her eyes at the sentiments of a ‘thick skull’, more than a few choice words springing across her tongue. But as usual, she kept the peace, shaking her head instead. “Mm, good,” she echoed, features turning into their residual warmth and underlying mischief again – maybe a warning for Zavien of impending ridiculousness. “If that’s the case,” and here the teasing flared, finishing up her portions and starting in on the massive pots and the nearby kettle. “You can help me with storing the leftovers and doing the dishes!” After all, sovereigns, diplomats, and council members still needed to conduct daily routines and duties – they might as well have started there, retaining that aspect of normalcy.
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