flora
Flora wrinkles her nose immediately and lets out a loud, theatrical huff at Remi’s mention of protection, waving one hand as if trying to physically push the thought away. "Ewuhh," she declares firmly, eyes squeezed shut for a beat in exaggerated suffering.
She then leans forward and gives an ostentatious sniff of the air, as though she might somehow catch the scent of burning fish through sheer force of drama alone. Her brows lift high as she looks between her parents, judgement sharp and gleeful all at once. "Oooooof," Flora says, stretching the word as she tilts her head. "How are you two going to manage a newborn if you can't even manage dinner?"
A snicker escapes her before she can stop it, and she lifts her glass to finish the last of her gin punch in one satisfied go, settling back in her chair.
She then leans forward and gives an ostentatious sniff of the air, as though she might somehow catch the scent of burning fish through sheer force of drama alone. Her brows lift high as she looks between her parents, judgement sharp and gleeful all at once. "Oooooof," Flora says, stretching the word as she tilts her head. "How are you two going to manage a newborn if you can't even manage dinner?"
A snicker escapes her before she can stop it, and she lifts her glass to finish the last of her gin punch in one satisfied go, settling back in her chair.
The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true
But honey, most of them are true
